#dream of the endless x yn

[thepaintedlady00]

Morpheus x Elemental Queen Reader, where after he is freed from Burgess Manor & while he is on the hunt for his tools, stumbles into the Reader's realm & finds himself surrounded by her elementals. He's brought before her & he meets the elusive & powerful immortal elemental queen. They become allies & she helps him along his journey. They soon become inseparable. Sometime after Dream learns his enemies have been defeated by her & her vast armies. They get married & have an family together.

I love getting to write two badass rulers falling in love and joining their kingdoms together! 😍😍😍 Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy reading it!

Dream of the Endless wasn't expecting to have much trouble in retrieving his tools. After the century he spent in isolation and silent torment all he wanted was to repair his home, to regain the lost power he'd been denied for so long. So you can imagine his surprise when instead of being taken to Hell to retrieve his helm, he and Matthew arrived in a lush forest. All around them there was life, sunlight and warmth, tall fields of grass and raging rivers, animals watching them as they made their way down the neatly paved path. "I gotta say, this isn't what I thought Hell would look like."

"This is not Hell," Dream stated, weary eyes watching as the animals turned away from them, vanishing into the forest brush. "I do not know where we are, nor how we arrived here."

"Maybe you've lost your touch a bit," the raven offered. "Not to imply you're not capable or anything it's just, uh, been a while from my understanding."

Dream looked down at the bird as he hopped through a pile of leaves, the seasons shifting the further they walked along the path. He could sense eyes following them, sense power flowing through the forest and wrapping around him. For a moment he expected that power to crush him, it certainly could given his weakened state, but it didn't. Instead it swirled around him, feeling and sensing all that he was before it was gone and the forest grew eerily still.

The loud rumbling of the trees made Dream and Matthew stop walking as the trees around them grew closer, closing the gaps between them and forming a thick barrier. The bark on the trees twisted and peeled, revealing faces each different in every way but the same in one, their eyes watched Dream and their mouths moved in slow utterings that filled the air with words, a language he did not understand. The path behind them was gone, blocked by the faced trees.

"It appears we are to meet whatever force is responsible for bringing us here." Dream continued down the path, trying to ignore Matthews questions and the sound of the trees shifting behind them, forcing them to continue forward. Their voices, the words, were not possible to ignore and he found himself searching him mind trying to place what language it was they spoke, but nothing came. Either he did not know it or it was one he'd known once but forgotten as the eons passed.

A large tree, roots as tall as the forest around them, sat tall and proud on an island. Crystal clear waterfalls fell from the edges of the island and into a deep crevasse that surrounded the tree, but Dream could see some of its roots acted as bridges, carved and ornate with statues of wood and ice and rock standing guard. The path vanished, the trees forming a straight line behind them and leaving Dream with only two choices, cross the bridge or remain here and wither.

As they crossed Matthew examined the statues, commenting on how intimidating they looked, but Dream was more focused on the tree. Leaves of every color filled its thick branches, vines of silver and gold wrapped around the trunk, glowing with the bright sunlight hit them and casting marvelous kaleidoscope shapes around them. It was beautiful, this whole world that'd he'd just stumbled upon was something he'd never seen before, not even in dreams.

As they neared the tree an ornate door grew more noticeable, two statues of dull embers and molten lava waited for them. When Dream stopped at their feet, their eyes moved, looking down at him with glowing fire. One spoke in the same language as the trees did, it's voice no more than a low growl. When he did not answer, the other spoke, this time in words he understood. "Who are you?"

"I am Dream of the Endless. King of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realms." He said, head held high as the statues looked at one another. "I seek an audience with whatever sovereign you serve, for I fear I know not how I came to be here."

Both statues growled and looked at Matthew, pointing to the small bird. "Your messenger shall go with your message. You will remain, Endless."

Matthew grumbled. "Any ideas on what I should expect?"

"No." He knelt down to the raven and sighed. "Inform whoever rules this realm of the mistake that has happened and tell them we merely seek the exit."

"Got it."

"Matthew," Dream stopped the raven, fear curling in his chest along with memories of Jessamy. "If they should try to hurt you, leave without me. You will be able to find a way to navigate out of here."

The raven scoffed. "I'm not going to abandon you, boss. Just sit tight, I'll be back before you know it."

Matthew hopped up to the guards feet and looked up at them with a nervous cough. The gate behind them opened just enough for him to fit through and then closed tightly behind him. Dream waited, the heavy feeling in his chest not once relenting until the doors opened wider and Matthew came flying down a pair of ornate stairs. The guards stepped to the side and bowed to him. "It seems you have been deemed worthy of an audience, Endless one. Speak with caution."

The raven cawed as he grew closer. "That went better than I expected."

"What manner of being rules this realm?" he asked as they began walking up the stairs.

"I'm not really sure how to describe her..." Matthew chuckled. "She was surprised by the news, but she didn't seem too upset."

"A queen then?" Dream hummed softly. "Is she a fairie?"

"Again... I'm not too sure on what's what. I've only been around for like a day, remember?"

They walked in silence after that until the stairs brought them to a large room at the top of the tree. The ceiling was merely a canopy of leaves and hanging vines holding glowing crystal chandeliers. A long white rug spread across the floor in front of them all the way across the room where a throne stood tall, the right was fire and wood with green leaves and embers floating behind it while the right was stone and ice with decaying branches and jagged crystals growing out of it. Standing before the throne, raised up on the taller steps was a woman, the queen of this land he presumed.

Two large wings of green earth and blossoming flowers spread out from her back, long hair woven between them in an elegant braid. Her skin was covered in veins of green on her hands, but as the veins moved up her arms they shifted to brown and red and blue. She turned toward him, her eyes capturing his and stealing the breath from his lungs. She turned, the jewels that hung in her hair and on her long gown twinkled and clacked together softly. Dream was frozen, rooted in place as she looked at him. She was far more beautiful than he was expecting.

"You are Dream of the Endless." Her voice echoed around him, power washing over him like a powerful gust of wind. "Brother of Destiny and Death."

"You know my siblings?" He asked, voice weaker than he'd meant it to be.

She tilted her head. "Only a few of them. I stopped allowing your kind into my domain after your wretched sibling, Desire, came and abused my hospitality." Dream silently cursed his sibling as she took a powerful step toward him, head high and eyes devouring every inch of him. "Have you come to do the same, King of Dreams?"

"No." He bowed his head reverently. "In truth, I do not know how we came to be here. My sand was meant to take us to Hell."

"Hell," she mused. "A terrible place to visit willingly."

He chuckled, the sound bringing a softness to her face. "It is, but I have unresolved business with the Morningstar."

The queen looked thoughtful for a moment. "It is odd then, that you would end up here. My realm is well hidden, even to beings such as yourself."

"It is beautiful," Dream said, looking up at the leaves and gesturing to the view from the open spaces in the branches. "I've not seen anything like it before."

"High praise, coming from one that sees all the fantasies of men."

Matthew cleared his throat from his perch. "Think you can help us find our way out of here, uh, your majesty?"

The woman held her hand out, beckoning the raven to her. When Matthew landed on her arm she smiled brightly, eyes looking over the sleek feathers of his companion with wonder. "Such a beautiful raven you make. Was the transition difficult?"

"Transition?" Matthew repeated. "I, um, I'm still kinda new to all this."

"Oh, forgive me," she said. "I can help you. So long as you leave me with something."

There is was, Dream thought. "Name your price."

"A promise." She looked up at him. "That you not tell others of what you've seen here, nor of how to find this place."

Oh... Dream nodded his head. "I promise."

She moved toward the open skyline, the branches bending to her will as she gestured out toward another path of ice and snow. "The way out is through the mountains. It is a ways to walk, but if you wish it, I shall accompany you."

"It would honor me," he said, bowing deeper to her.

True to her word, the goddess walked beside him, shouldering his raven the majority of the walk. They made conversation with one another, sharing things between two rulers. Dream thought it would have been more difficult to talk to her, but it wasn't and he found himself wanting to talk to her forever. She was beautiful and kind and he'd not met any like her in all the years of his exitance. At the end of the path she kissed his cheek and pressed a hand to his chest. "I wish you luck on your journey and offer you this warning, on the path ahead you will be faced with choices, ones that will decide your fate. When the spirit returns to his place and the tremors cease, choose the kinder path."

She sounded like The Fates, riddles and unsaid words hanging between them as he took her hand in his, keeping it pressed to his chest. "Will I see you again?"

"If you so wish it." She said with a smile. "First you must choose wisely."

Dream went about his quest, recovering his lost tools and saving his crumbling realm. When faced with Lyta Hall, the goddess' words echoed in his mind and he found himself waiting. He allowed the two to say goodbye and instead of offering Lyta a vague warning, he offered her a promise. Her child would be watched over and kept safe from any that would do him harm. After dealing with The Corinthian and setting everything right with his subjects Dream found himself thinking of the goddess more often, wondering if she would visit him or if she'd forgotten about him entirely.

As if she'd heard his thoughts he entered the library one morning to find her standing there, speaking with Lucienne as his librarian studied her wings, fresh with new flowers and moss. They greeted one another fondly, and each day that passed after that they spent with one another. He would visit her realm and she would visit his. One day upon his arrival into her realm she was not there to greet him, none of her elemental statues or trees or even animal companions met him either.

A faint smell of smoke and blood tinged the air around him, and he found himself running down the path toward her palace. Lucifer and Desire were both set on ruining him, of bringing him and all he loved to the ground. It wouldn't be difficult for anyone to find her if they'd watched him closely enough, something that he should have been more careful of. There across the guarded bridge she stood, wielding a spear of the elements she commanded, the blood of the demons that had attacked her realm covering her dress and arms. She looked at him and smiled, strong and brave and absolutely beautiful. Dream knew then that he loved her and all he could think of from that moment on was how he could make her his queen.

As it turned out, that wasn't difficult. After the first attack, the goddess let loose a wave of her power and effectively smote his enemies. Any that lived, Desire most of all, got the message loud and clear. Dream was hers now, and anyone that tried to move against him would meet her in battle and they would lose. Peace, a thing he'd not truly been able to feel in so long, finally filled The Dreaming. In that peace her realm and his became one, as they did.

Now when Dream would enter his throne room, her throne sat beside his and his wife helped him create new dreams and nightmares to gift to the world of men. And so it would be for eternity.

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Bad Blood - Morpheus x Reader

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

Now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut And baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted Did you have to ruin What was shining? Now it's all rusted Did you have to hit me Where I'm weak? Baby, I couldn't breathe And rub it in so deep Salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times You and I

Summary: An insane and maniacal enemy visits you reminding you of your past and taunting you with your present. Morpheus and you find new and surprising revelations for your feelings for each other lingering in your hearts. 

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess of Hope Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, angst and comfort, humor, toxic family, slight violence.

A/N: Hi everyone! First of all, let me start with a huge thank you to everyone who has given so much love and support for Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3 ,  Part 4  and Part 5 of this fic.

AN IMPORTANT NOTE - I have taken down Part 1 and Part 2 of it’s time to go because I felt it needed some reconstruction and rebuilding for the story. So don’t worry if the links aren’t working. I plan on finishing the first two parts and uploading them again to this work! But this work can be read without the first two parts as well, so keep on reading!

Thank you so much for the overwhelming love and support you had given to this fic. Your support and love means so much to me and encourages me to keep going. I apologize for taking such a long time to come up with Part 6 but between work and studies and working on my mental health, I wanted to create a really good and beautiful story for myself and you all as well. So I really hope you like it even though it is slightly long because there are new revelations in Morpheus’ and Hope’s feelings for each other and highlights Hope’s past a little bit more better. 

So here’s Part 6 of   it’s time to go ! It’s a bit long but I promise you it’s worth reading until the very end! Please do read it until the end and let me know what you think!

Thank you so much for your love, encouragement and support. You are the best! You are all so sweet, kind and amazing and make me believe that the world is full of nice and good people! Please let me know if you like this story that I worked hard on because your feedback means so much to me!

I love you all! This is me to all who encourage, love and support me! 

Part 1 -  it’s time to go

Part 2 - Meet Me in the Afterglow

Part 3 - Forever Winter

Part 4 - Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

Part 5 - Sweet Nothing

You rose when the sky was still dark. You would see to your morning’s business of your respective Realms as you dressed and walked into the gardens where you looked over your papers. You looked at the red box with the seal of the Queen full of reports and papers regarding important matters of the Realm, ready for you to tackle as you took a deep breath and opened it and began to read, process, sign and tackle each one carefully. 

“I need coffee.” you muttered as you tackled a problem with Desire’s realm because how could the world be full of problems before dawn? It simply was not civilized. 

When you finished, you realized it was dawn. You passed through the bushes of beautiful flowers that bloomed in pretty shy pink, lush passionate red, pure white, as she reached the manor with its terraces and white statues that was clouded with mist filtered with the first rays of golden sunlight that made it look like a beautiful bride. You felt reminiscence and adoration for this home that had been full of happiness for a certain amount of time until you had felt loss and grief once again. This hour should have felt peaceful and yet all you saw were figures of your past dancing around you, a tall gentleman with a bright and shy smile offering a bouquet of pink roses as he walked beside you talking kindly and listening to you. Laughter echoed around you, shy smiles were all you saw, playful bickering and banter was all you heard until you felt nothing but painful reminiscence and wistfulness.

But you had watched them all fall. You had watched him fall. You had been there among them. You vowed after that never to let anyone into your heart because people only left and for that pleasant fantasy to be a reality, you had to be strong against the Dream Lord who was insistent on winning you over. 

You strode through the halls of the manor into the kitchen where the morning light had turned bright and rosy, as you conjured up breakfast. As you finished sending your solved reports and signed papers to your Realm, you closed your eyes as you understood that today you would not start the day alone. You snapped your fingers and your mansion was spruced and sparkling, beautiful flowers bloomed, the scent of fresh tea and sweet orange blossoms filled the air as the table was laid with a lavish spread of breakfast. 

The strong scent of false promises and sweet chocolate filled the air as you heard light footsteps of high heels out by the door and you tensed as you called out “I know you are out there.”

“I know you know I’m out here.” replied the silky and soft voice as the clicking of the heels stopped as the door quietly closed behind the familiar stranger. 

“Then why are you playing hide and seek in my home with those ridiculous high heels?” you called out confidently as you thought of how the this stranger was too over confident about their ability to outsmart and outmaneuver you in your home. 

“Because I’m hurt that you didn’t see the forty three missed calls I left you. Why didn’t you answer?” replied the silky and soft voice teasingly and playfully echoing from another part of the room, as you listened carefully preparing yourself.

You snorted in disdain as you rolled your eyes, still cautious and careful as you stepped toward the direction of the voice, replying with disdain and sarcasm “Do you think I’m your fiancé?”

The twinkling amused laugh echoed from the living room as you held your breath, your eyes glowing hazel golden as you scanned through the walls and saw the flash of blonde hair, cunning eyes of the stranger skulking in the room with weapons in their hands. You had expected to see them but you didn’t think that they would visit you today, so quickly with a death wish in their heart. You were always prepared for their visits because they always appeared without invitation but this visit felt different because they had lost the right to step into this particular house, to speak to you as if they knew you better than anyone. 

As if they could read your mind, the voice spoke what you were thinking, with a hint of anxiety present in the voice as they tested the waters “And because I distinctly remember you saying that if you ever saw me again, you would kill me.”

You reached for your weapons as you stepped cautiously and quietly “Oh, I remember.” 

The silky and seductive voice grew steady and solemn calling out to you “So are we going to talk like proper grown up sisters?” 

You transported into the living room to see the tall graceful figure of a flash of beautiful angelic blonde hair, ocean blue eyes gleaming with cunning and resourcefulness as she whirled around to looked in surprise at you who replied “Funny. Is that what we are?”

There was a tense silence between both of you as you eyed the beautiful and charming lady in a red silk dress and black high heels, her sapphire ocean blue eyes gleaming with sweet promises and dangerous heartbreak, her cheeks dabbed with blush of first love, her angelic golden hair curled around her in flawless waves, her lips rouge and red as the bloodied bodies and red roses. 

You stared at the gorgeous visage of stormy heartbreak and cruel passion, your sister Love. 

“Leave now.” you warned in a steady voice as you stepped backwards and Love took a few steps forward. “Before I make you.”

“Watch your step.” retorted Love playfully but there was a hint of smugness as you nearly slipped but you just chuckled because you were infuriated with your sister’s smug superiority. 

Both of you stood still and silent, the moment between you lasting for eternal seconds that ticked slowly as both of you looked at each other with the memories and emotions that time couldn’t erase as they both glared at each other in distrust and disdain, scanning each other wondering what lay beneath the surface. 

The frozen moment of analyzing and scanning each other’s weaknesses broke as you seized her hand from reaching her wand and twisted it and she seized your hand from reaching your special dagger reserved for occasions just like this. You kicked her fiercely in the chest making Love gasp in sharp pain and yelled as you held her tightly and slammed her on the posts of the door with your strength and brutality, feeling twisted satisfaction at hearing her yells of pain. 

Love glared at you with a brutal gleam in her ocean blue eyes as she curled her hands around your neck, her sharp polished nails clawing into your skin as she choked you mercilessly. As you spluttered and gasped for air, Love shoved you onto the cabinet, the precious trinkets and pictures crashing and falling as she slammed you hard, her grip growing stronger on you while you struggled and thrashed against her infuriated by her smirk. 

Elder sister and younger sister. Once two sisters who understood each other. Defined by their choices. Separated by the paths they took. 

Elder sister always tried her best to gain attention and shine in the spotlight. But the younger sister who knew she would be of interest did not know she would naturally attract such an overwhelming amount of attention from the universe just because she was herself. 

The big sister was trained to fight. The little sister was trained to kill.

Love was equally as good as you, though you would never admit it. It was something that filled you with rage and shame. Everything you did, you always tried to be better than her. All those tests where Love would pass with flying colors and you would miss by a mark as you watched her being showered with praise. All those duels where your father who had trained you both, pitted you against each other, Love and you fought each other with perfect technique and sharp desire to win resulting in Love winning many times but it was you who had learned new lessons from each loss and won as time went on by using your wit and cleverness against Love.

Love smirked smugly with superiority as she pinned you down, as you choked and struggled against her “I always knew I was the best in the family.”

Oh hell no. No way in hell were you losing this duel to this cocky, arrogant little shit. 

You screamed in frustration and anger as you bit her hand fiercely and slammed a precious vase on Love’s head making her scream and bleed in pain as she stumbled a few steps back in shock. You were quick to stand up as you whipped out your whip but Love caught it as she wrapped it around your neck as she held you tightly in her arms but you lifted your leg and pushed your weight against her freeing yourself from her grasp and threw her across the living room making the glass on a mirror shatter. 

You wasted no time as you caught your breath and unsheathed a knife from your weapons belt as you flung it across at Love with fierce determination because you were seriously angered. Love’s eyes widened with terror and horror as she took a few trembling steps back and conjured a shield. In the moment you flung your knife at your sister with brutal intentions, Love ducked it as she protected herself with the shield. You kicked away the shield as your sharp knife grazed the torso of your sister’s body. 

Love screamed with tears in her eyes as she grabbed your arm and tossed you to the floor but you were quick to get up on your knees as you swung your knife again, swiping it across her chest as another nasty wound appeared. Love kicked the knife away from you as she screamed in terror and pain and jumped on you as she gripped you tightly with her arms to try and contain you. 

But you were persistent, fierce and spiteful as you gasped for air and kicked your sister in the crotch and pushed her fiercely against the wall and through the French windows as both of you crashed into the gardens outside. She wrapped her legs around your neck and tossed you to the ground as she took your whip and wrapped it around your neck tightly. But you seized it, and did the same to your sister, wrapping it around her neck tightly until she gasped for air and slammed her hard and fiercely to the ground. 

You tightened your grip around the whip never letting go, stubborn and persistent to choke your sister because you would rather die than lose a battle with Love as you glared fiercely and stubbornly at her when her ocean blue eyes glimmering with tears stared into yours and gasped with a cough “You win.”

You tightened your grip again because you wanted to hear those word once more and Love coughed in pain, letting go of her hold of the whip on you “You win!”

You grinned maniacally as you gasped for the sweet morning air that your lungs were deprived of and retrieved your whip and Love looked over at you “I forgot how much I really hate you, you little murderous cockroach.”

“The feeling is mutual, Love.”

“Come on. Let’s have a cup of tea.”

You brushed away the glass and the dirt as you marched into the nearly destroyed house with your sister. You had just fought your sister with all the anger and pain in your being, in a situation of life and death and now here you were, handing a cup of tea to your sister who you had nearly killed and who had almost destroyed your property. 

Yeah, sounded like a pretty normal day. 

You both sat in tense silence as you handed your sister a cup of tea made in the way she hated, and Love’s eyes flickered with irritation when she realized that you had placed the teacup handle precisely away from the hand she normally used but turned it around. You poured yourself a cup of coffee with hidden amusement at seeing the little trick that annoyed your sister and watched in delight at seeing the revolted look on her face the moment she took a sip of tea. 

“All these centuries and you still don’t know how to serve a decent cup of tea.” stated Love mockingly as she shook her head at you in disappointment. 

“Oh, I reserve my best tea for my honored guests and people I care about.” you replied lightly and carelessly with a smile that infuriated Love who hid her pain in her eyes “The tea I served you is for cunning tricksters and cruel villains.”

“I’m honored. Every fairytale needs a good cruel monstrous villain. You need me.” said Love with a dark twinkle in her stormy ocean blue eyes as she looked at you with apathy and emptiness “Because we’re very much alike... you and I. Otherwise, without me... you’d be bored. You always were bored.”

“You are getting married, I hear.” you replied calmly and steadily, unshaken by Love as you sipped your coffee slowly. 

“I’m the all - powerful Goddess of Love, the Deity who every creature needs every single day... you think I can’t seduce a simple idiot who craves love and affection?” crooned Love in amusement, her voice dripping with delight and humor. “I assume you are going to attend and keep your promise.”

“I owe you.” you replied coldly, your voice full of sharp edges of steel and danger. “I will be collecting as promised.”

“If after all these centuries, you are still feeling sentimental about your friend -” Love started laughing in amusement. “You should let bygones be bygones. Be a Goddess, not a sentimental human being.”

“Don’t you dare walk in here - and speak to me about sentiment!” you snapped in fury and anger as memories flooded into your mind. 

Love grinned maniacally in amusement but there was a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes “Are you still upset about what happened to your friend?” 

“What do you think?” you snapped in quiet anger as you gripped the handle of your cup very tightly. 

Love smirked knowingly with no remorse and regret as she took a sip of her tea “I think you blame me for what happened when you knew it was your fault all along. You knew it was inevitable but you let yourself believe that you could be an ordinary girl who could have a happily ever after. 

“All of it... his blood is on your hands. He was a good man who had many days ahead of him that he could have lived happily. He should have lived his life, should have had the chance to make a difference.” you said quietly in heartbreak and sadness at the remembrance of your good friend who had been ridiculous and kind, always wearing a bright smile and a heart full of goodness and energy to help those who were powerless. Not only was he a talented and powerful man, he was an uncommonly kind man who had the sweet disposition of seeing wonder in a world full of cruelty and brutality. 

Your dark anger and unforgiving fury blazed in your dark eyes as you remembered the piercing screams, the gasps for life and the blood on your hands as you tried to stop Death itself and glared at Love with centuries of unforgiven and unforgettable emotions “Your twisted and sick games and schemes led him to his death. You murdered him.”

“I murdered him? He was just another unimportant casualty in the long game.” replied Love smoothly with a huff of amused laughter with no trace of remorse and shame in her face that made you so angry that you wanted to kill her slowly and painfully “Although, it was touching the way he snuffed out. Casting himself in front of you to protect you... sacrificing himself to protect an almighty Goddess because his love for you was powerful than his love for his own pathetic life! Mortals are quite foolishly funny like that but his death was so beautiful-”

You had enough as you seized her with white hot rage that clouded your senses, your mind only filled with ideas of murder and torture to make your sister suffer slowly and painfully until she begged for mercy “How dare you mention him! His death - his death was not beautiful! It was horrifying, wrong and -”

“Oh dear, but it was beautiful!” Love laughed maniacally, unafraid and unregretful even though her own sister was almost one step away from murdering her with true outrage as you felt red hot burning outrage run through you and you shook her as she laughed “Your dear friend died for who he loved and for what he stood for. Like it or not, it was beautiful.”

“You’re insane.” you spat angrily as you shook her nearly on the verge of murdering her but his loving and smiling face flashed in your mind. You felt the outrage grow but there was something that whispered he would disapprove of your actions. “He died!”

“BUT THAT’S WHAT MORTALS DO! THEY WITHER AND DECAY AND DIE BECAUSE THAT IS THEIR PATHETIC PURPOSE IN LIFE!” snapped Love loudly and sharply in frustration and anger making you release her in shock as she glared at you fiercely and inhaled a sharp breath “You are Goddess above all of them who knows this universal truth and yet you hide from it. I’m so sick of you pretending to be one of them... ordinary and normal!”

“Face it, the universe calling you for help is what really gets you excited. Not a normal life of groceries and... complicated little emotions.” retorted Love in amusement and honesty as she grinned widely at you. “Imagine that. You would go mad and die of boredom.”

You rolled your eyes at Love as you replied sassily in a cruel and cutting tone of knowing arrogance “Oh yeah? Well, you’re not exactly cut out for domestic bliss yourself either.”

Love was taken aback in shock and after a moment’s pause, she scowled fiercely at you who seemed to settle into an air of carelessness and indifference as she replied in annoyance and irritation “Maybe it’s like a tone thing... but you could really work on the way you speak. It’s very... maddeningly, infuriatingly, irritating and annoying.”

“I don’t care. How are you feeling?” you asked controlling your anger and pain with great determination. 

“Never better. Do you have to collect your debt now?” questioned Love calmly and steadily but her voice cracked slightly in fright, her ocean blue eyes betrayed fear “Collecting your debt will not return what you lost.”

“No. But I’m bored and I promised you.” 

“Well, you can’t because my fiancé believes that we are absolutely two loving sisters who care for each other.” replied Love with a cunning and triumphant grin surprising you as she took a sip of her tea “I’ve told him that you have promised to be my maid of honor and give the toast at my wedding.”

You could not believe what you were hearing because you were angry at yourself for not seeing this coming “You little, conniving, fucked up -”

“Hey dearest sister, mind your language. He’s really looking forward to meeting my sweet sister who loves me very much.” replied Love sweetly, delighted and happy at your spluttering outrage and hatred direct toward her because it was amazing to have the upperhand over you. “He will be puzzled when you attend the wedding with the intention of destroying me.”

“I am not going to be your maid of honor or give a toast at your wedding.” you said steadily in a non - negotiable voice wearing a stubborn expression 

“But I’ve told all my guests you’ll be there for me. They are so delighted when they heard the Goddess of Hope has promised to be there for her sister on the big day.” replied Love lightly and innocently with cruel delight sparkling in her shimmering blue eyes “I can’t believe you would let me down. Let all of them down and break your promise to me.”

You glared at Love feeling absolutely struck in shock and outraged that you didn’t see it coming and feeling the urge to slap her in the face, but your eyes gleamed with cold fury and quiet calculation as you voiced the one question that echoed throughout all the betrayals and games between you both “Why are you doing this? What do you want? You don’t want power or glory... not really. What is it that you really want?”

“That’s been the question I want the answer to all along. The foundation of our Great Game. Have you found the answer to it?” asked Love sweetly in a sing - song melodious voice that taunted and irritated you as she looked at you knowingly “I did tell you but did you listen?”

You remained quiet as you rested your chin on your intertwined fingers, irritated and annoyed by your sister’s troublesome presence, the knowing and cruel glint in her ocean blue eyes as she smirked at you “How hard do you find it? To say I don’t know?”

“I don’t know.” you quipped swiftly and smartly with a smirk as you rolled your eyes at Love. 

Love chuckled irritating you as she twirled a strand of her shining golden hair between her fingers, looking at you in mocking admiration and amusement “Oh that’s clever. That’s very smart. Speaking of clever... will you tell our family and the everyone else?”

You raised your brow “Tell them what?”

“Tell them why I am hosting my wedding at our home realm? Tell them why I am suddenly bezzie mates with my dear sister?” replied Love smoothly and silkily as she took a sinfully delicious red apple and reached into her pockets to take a knife to carve and cut it up. 

You scoffed in ridicule “No.”

Your sister nodded in delight and understanding as she looked at you with an expression almost close to respect and amusement “But you understand?”

Your eyes glimmered with understanding “Obviously.”

Love grinned in satisfaction as she laid back on the armchair, popping a piece of apple in her mouth as she looked at you with twisted encouragement and cruel delight “Off you go then. Indulge me, little sister.”

“You want me to tell you what you already know?” you retorted in exasperation and irritation because every time you met your sister, this was the kind of twisted mischievous game she would play with you, trying to be cleverer than you and test you. 

“No. I want you to prove to me that you know what I already know.” replied Love calmly and smoothly, her voice dripping with cruel amusement and cold encouragement.

This is what she did to you. She knew you could never resist the chance to pass her little tests and prove that you were clever. That was who you were. You remembered how long ago when you were children with flowers in your hair, running through the corridors of the endless palace where they hid behind the curtains planning how to sneak out of the palace but when you had suggested to scrap the plan in the last minute out of fear, she had stared at you with a curious smile and whispered...

“What’s the point of being clever if you can’t prove it? You’d do anything, anything to stop being bored. You’re not bored now, are you?”

You hated that memory, those words that fired in your head when the war of memories with your sister clashed in your head. Was she right? Perhaps, yes, you did hate being bored and you liked a good game. But you also wanted peace and rest and hated this betrayal and games that you played with Love. You disliked that you never moved first against her but she always initiated games to hurt you and cause you sadness and heartbreak and headaches. 

So you were truly fed up with her. 

“You lied to everyone because it was necessary. Your need everyone in the family to love and support your fiancé. You lied to everyone about us because you need them to believe the lie is the truth.” you began with a deep breath as your mind analyzed the thoughts that had formed in your mind the moment you had heard of your sister’s engagement and her news of you becoming her maid of honor. “You need stability and support.”

Love smirked approvingly as she ate another piece of the apple “Good. And?”

“You lied because you need stability and support of a marriage and a powerful Goddess and family member in order to seize what you’ve always wanted.” you replied seriously and solemnly, feeling absolute disdain and dislike for your sister wishing you could erase her out of existence. 

Love nodded in approval as she carved on the apple with a cruel smirk “Very good. Because?”

“Because you know the value of my support and a good marriage in the eyes of our father and his kingdom. Because nothing in this universe matters more to you than ensuring that you are the one our home realm supports and father chooses as the Crown Heir to the Kingdom of Chaos between you and Wisdom.” you finished easily and intelligently because Love’s intentions had been transparent and clear from the start. It was quite predictable and boring but also startling and alarming because you knew Love was insane and with that kind of power, there was no telling what she could do. 

“I can open new doors anywhere in the universe and create madness with just the power of the Crown of Chaos. No such thing as restraint and control... I will control and dominate the entire universe once I’m the official heir and Monarch of Chaos.” stated Love smoothly and coldly with terrifying cruelty and dark ambition written all over her face, shining wildly in her eyes “I could blow up this pathetic little planet, attack any kingdom that challenges me or bring doomsday destroying everything in my dislike for them. In this universe, chaos ultimately reigns supreme and the one who has access to it rules the universe.... and you should see me in a crown.”

“You don’t want the Crown. You just want to show the universe what you can do.”

“And your reputation... the fact I’ve told them you’re my sweet big sister is helping. Big client list. Rogue criminals, monstrous monarchs, intelligent scholars, terror communities... suddenly they all want me.” replied Love smugly in satisfaction and delight, her ocean blue eyes gleaming with dark cruelty and twisted amusement, chuckling happily as she watched your face grow pale in understanding and realization at the terrifying situation that was unfolding. 

“You could do anything. See the universe. Create something beautiful. What do you care about a client list?” you snapped in unrestrained anger and hurt that Love had used your hard earned name and good reputation for her own twisted dark deeds and cruel plans. 

“I don’t. I just like to watch all of them competing for my attention. Mommy loves me the best!” mocked Love in cruel amusement, her eyes gleaming with superiority and darkness, the very antithesis of what humans thought what Love was supposed to be “Isn’t the universe filled with such gullible, stupid, adorable creatures? Well, you know all about adorable pets. You have that troublemaker. How is he by the way?”

You stiffened at the mention of another heartbreak from the past that you were slowly trying to heal from as you inquired with a bite in your voice “You know I will stop you.”

Your sister didn’t look intimidated and threatened but amused and nonchalant as she bit into a piece of her apple casually “How’s your newly returned dear husband... the Dream Lord... Lord Morpheus? You’ve been around him a great deal since he returned, I hear. Did you have a pleasant evening with your dearly beloved last night?”

Love’s eyes darted upwards towards the floor where Morpheus was sleeping as she smirked cruelly and you stiffened in tension because you suddenly felt a fearful urgency and protective tendency unleash in you hoping that you expressed no feelings in your face but Love continued “Love. It’s so sickeningly sweet and utterly pathetic what idiots do for love. Adam and Eve. Achilles and Patroclus. Hades and Persephone. Orpheus and Eurydice. Paris and Helen of Troy. Diana and Charles. All of them absolutely tragically wonderfully amusing. Do you know my favorite story out of all my years of experience in my duty?”

You rolled your eyes at her “I don’t care.” 

“Once upon a time, there was a fair and beautiful young princess loved by all and she fell madly in love with a handsome dashing powerful King. Unfortunately the King was already lost in his grief of a broken heart over someone else.” began Love with as a cruel smile twisted on her beautiful face, her voice dripping with sweet honey and deadly poison as she watched in pleasure when you stiffened in pain and tension, your knuckles gripping the chair so tightly that they turned white “The King and Princess married each other but the minute the vows were spoken and duty was done, their marriage was effectively over and the King started to find comfort in the arms of others. They did remarkably well considering how unhappily they were living ever after.”

You were furious, your rage blazing beyond understanding as it grew white hot at the insult paid to you as you listened to your sister speak about with such casual amusement. It was a crushing weight of insult and cruelty to be subjected to the miserable story you had lived throughout the centuries unhappily and feel your sister, the Goddess of Love herself rejoice in your suffering as she enjoyed playing her sick twisted games with you. 

Your sister paused, her face falling into an expression of sympathy and understanding, her voice softening and yet you glimpsed the hints of cruelty dancing in her eyes “But... there comes a point in any failing marriage - and I here I truly understand the princess who realized that there was no point trying any more and it was easier to let the hatred take her away.”

“After years of neglect and absence, the King had a change of heart, understood that the princess was the only one for him and runs to prove that she is the love of his endless life. Unfortunately for the King, the princess has nursed grudges and unforgiving hatred against him. And now the poor unfortunate soul’s afraid that the saintly princess will never love him the way she did once upon a time and is willing to sacrifice and do anything just to see her laugh, ensure her happiness and earn her heart.” finished Love with a maniacal grin, unfeeling darkness gleaming in her eyes as cold cruelty and unpredictable amusement written all over her, the very picture of her foreign to the image the mortals painted of her. 

You had scoffed when you read, heard, listened and seen mortals describe Love as kind, patient, sweet, and understanding. 

Clearly, none of them had experienced having Love as a sister and enemy. 

Little Miss Perfect, the Goddess of Love was not wonderful. Love was a storm of manipulation and cruelty, finding sick amusement in pain of others, unfeeling and heartless and very dangerous. 

But there was something about Love who narrated the story, that felt almost comforting today. Generally, you would be wary and throw yourself at her with the intention of killing her if she started to mock you but today though she had started with the intention of mocking your marriage, it had ended with a quiet sisterly comfort and understanding that was very rare in your relationship. You knew when Love was being genuine and when she was insane. Although she was always insane, there were moments you glimpsed a glimmer of goodness that made you hope that the sister you had cared about was still in there. Today as both of you sat with your cups of coffee and tea on opposite sides as you stared at Love, you felt welcome comfort and quiet understanding. 

“If there was a prize for rotten judgement, I guess the princess has already won that.” you replied sassily and smartly as you ran your hand through your hair in exasperation and amusement as you both chuckled feeling comfortable “No man is worth the aggravation... that’s ancient history, been there, done that!”

Love’s eyes gleamed in surprise “Are you quoting Disney?” 

“It’s a classic. You know it’s my favorite Disney song?” you replied enthusiastically as you looked at Love who was listening in amusement and surprise. 

Love was carving an apple as she laughed in good humor “Isn’t it like a sappy song?”

“Okay, the lyrics are incredibly beautiful. The voices are just heavenly. I listen to it all the time and I will fight you if you hate on it.” you retorted defensively as you glared at Love fiercely and ferociously at Love who was chuckling at you muttering something about what a child you were for a Goddess. 

Love smiled warmly and genuinely after a few moments of silence as her ocean blue eyes met yours and you saw the glimmer of the genuine good - hearted sister you used to know as she replied “I like Hercules too. I love the Muses. And Meg... she’s an absolute badass! And Hades’ characterization... it’s absolutely just so funny.”

“I know right! I mean, literally when I see Hades on screen, I start laughing when I think of our Hades! And Meg and the Muses, they’re so cool, right!” you exclaimed happily, amazed that Love and you had something awesome in common and you forgot momentarily your anger and fury toward your sister. 

“Totally awesome.” said Love with a warm grin and teased playfully as she kicked one leg over the other “You know your favorite song is about Meg’s conflict of new feelings of genuine love and holding herself back because she fears heartbreak and grief if she lets herself be loved and love again.”

You shot your sister a sharp look knowing where this was going to go as you pointed your knife at her “Shut up. Don’t even start -”

“Who do you think you’re kidding? He’s the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden. Honey, I can see right through. Girl, you can’t conceal it. I know how you feel and who you’re thinking of.” Love began singing beautifully and playfully with a teasing smirk, her ocean blue eyes shimmering in delight, creating humorous and knowing expressions at you making you feel exasperated and shy. 

That knowing expression on your sister’s face irked you because she knew you were thinking of a certain ethereal Dream Lord who was slowly beginning to crawl his way into your head. And yet as you watched your sister singing carefree and loudly, you were reminded of the long past good times where you both shared laughter and fondness for each other instead of desire to betray and destroy one another. These kind of moments were incredibly rare in your relationship with your sister, and very precious to your heart so when it happened, you cherished it and lived in it. 

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out! My head is screaming ‘Get a grip, girl!’” you joined in singing dramatically and divinely, exaggerating playfully as you grinned brightly in amusement at Love who was swooning, sighing, gasping and fanning herself and you pretended to stab yourself in the chest “Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out!”

Love laughed warmly at your dramatic exaggerations as she shook her head at you and gestured at you in an equally dramatic manner as she waggled her eyebrows “You keep on denying, who you are and how you’re feeling. Darling I’m not buying.” 

You stuck out your tongue at Love glaring at her teasing and playful expression that liked irritating you as you sang “No chance, no way, I won’t say it, no, no.”

Love winked in playful knowing as she wore an expression of disbelief “You’re doing flips, read my lips, you’re in love again!”

You rolled your eyes at Love with an expression of exasperation and annoyance as you sang “You’re way off base, that’s not the case. Get off the my case, I won’t say it.”

“Alright, don’t be proud, it’s okay if you are falling in love.” replied Love suavely and smoothly with a smirk as she looked at your annoyed and exasperated expression. “It’s quite sweet... Lord Morpheus and you... if you’re thinking of moving on from him, then think again because that idiot may actually love you. But what about you?”

Your face hardened, your eyes darkened with quiet protectiveness, feelings of - what exactly? You remembered last night, the quiet blissful intimacy between them that has blossomed. The soft smiles and the sorrowful tears shed, the guarded memories shared and their hearts opening to each other without reservation. It felt new, intimate, beautiful and fragile... an unexplored territory as you remembered the Dream Lord’s intense eyes full of adoration and affection for you throughout the evening. 

“None of your business. You have interfered in my life with the intentions of making me unhappy and you have succeeded a thousand times over.” you said in a steely and cold voice, the warmth and affection of sisterhood vanishing in an instant, forgotten and replaced with the deadliness and danger of an enemy “I will keep my promise to collect. And I will stop you.”

“No, you won’t.” said Love sweetly and lightly, cruelty and poison heavily dripping in her voice, her eyes devoid of kindness “Shall I tell you what will happen if you try to stop me?”

“Oh let me guess. Ruin my life.”

“Ruin your life? No, no, don’t be boring. No, if you stop me, I will break Lord Morpheus, the unfortunate soul weakened by the captivity at the hands of pathetic humans.” replied Love coolly and kindly but there was undying cruelty and hardened hatred in her as she looked at you who had stiffened in tension “I’m going to burn down his pathetic and vulnerable Dream Realm. I’ll kill each of his subjects and make him watch as everything and everyone he loves dies and fades away in front of him. And you will be helpless as he sees you for who you truly are and rips your heart out again.”

“I can reliably inform you that I do not care for Lord Morpheus in any way at all.” you replied coldly and quietly, silent rage and protectiveness simmering and burning within you at the thought of Morpheus’ fall from grace once again. 

You had never been certain of much regarding Morpheus but you were certain that Morpheus adored and loved the Realm of Dream and Nightmares more than his endless life. It was his pride and joy. To see it burnt down would be his greatest suffering. You hated his pride and arrogance but you did not want someone else, especially your cunning and cruel sister to take a blow at his pride and strip him of it. 

Love smiled knowingly with a soft and sweet smile full of cruelty and cunning as her eyes darted upstairs for a few moments and then met yours with a twinkle “But we both know that isn’t quite true.”

You felt something in you squirm and burn as you shot a deep glare at your sister who chuckled easily “Two conditions and I will tell you the name of the captor of your husband and promise to stop all the games with you.”

You froze slightly at the words of your sister “State your conditions and I will take them into consideration and you will do my conditions accordingly.”

“Alright. My first condition, do not collect your debt as until death does him apart from me. My second condition, do not reveal my plan to our family.” stated Love coolly and calmly with a smug smirk because she thought she had you at her mercy.

But Love was unaware that you were feeling rather smug because Love had just revealed her cards to you. Love had revealed her weaknesses to you, the things that she cared the most about. Love generally didn’t care about anyone or anything, lacked empathy and kindness so it satisfied you that she finally found a fiancé who she loved with all her heart that she couldn’t bear to lose and had a great desire to achieve the throne at any cost. 

“Well... it’s quite hard to say yes to. I mean, I did make you this promise. And even I was to state my conditions, you’re a deceitful creature who won’t fulfill my conditions. How do I even know how far you’ll go to make my conditions happen?” you replied calmly and carelessly, rolling your eyes at your sister with disbelief chuckling in amusement. 

Your sister was stripped of her arrogance and cruelty she wore but now looked pale and vulnerable, every inch pathetically mortal and weak as you laughed in cruel and twisted amusement as you playfully taunted “Come, come, dear Love... you didn’t expect me to keep all your secrets and forget your betrayals for nothing? What would our father say if he heard of your side venture to double cross him?”

Love’s expression turned dark and cruel but she smirked “You always were a thorn in my side. But there is nothing stopping me from cutting you from my life.”

“Because you know that before you can take another breath, I’d have slit your throat and ruined those very expensive cushions you are sitting on.” you replied coolly with a dark and amused gleam in your dark eyes as you twirled your knife lazily in your hand. 

Love inhaled a sharp breath as she felt intimidated by her sister but shot back fiercely “You forget I was trained by father too. Come on big talker, let’s see whose blood spills on the floor.”

“Father may have trained you but you forget I was raised by Lucifer Morningstar and Mazikeen.” you replied elegantly and majestically as you lifted your chin proudly looking at Love daring her to challenge you but you were satisfied when you saw a flicker of fear in her ocean blue eyes.

You were glad to see fear dominate Love because although she considered herself powerful, she certainly did not have the support of Lucifer Morningstar, the second most powerful creature in this universe and if anything happened to you, you knew Lucifer Morningstar would seek vengeance in your name.

Ah, there were perks of being the Devil Regent, second in command to Lucifer Morningstar. 

Your sister was resigned finding no way out because she did not want to risk the wrath of Lucifer Morningstar “Very well. Name your conditions and I promise to honor them as long as you honor my two conditions.”

“My first condition is that from now on, you will not interfere in the personal and professional matters of the Realm of Hope and Realm of Dreaming. Leave them out of your nefarious plans for the universe.” you stated calmly with a hint of danger and warning in your voice as you observed your sister’s face fall slightly and you took note of your sister’s beautiful fair face falling in disappointment. You realized that these Realms were part of her nefarious and monstrous schemes to bring hell into the universe. 

“Very well. Your second condition?”

“My second condition is that I will collect my the debts that owe me and you must pay me your debt. You cannot negotiate it.” you replied smoothly and calmly with a twinkle in your eyes seeing your sister infuriated. 

“You can’t do that. I do not owe you.” laughed Love as she tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear but she was nervous and scared. 

“Yes, you do. You owe me for agreeing to your two conditions. You owe me for keeping you breathing for so long. You owe me for keeping your secrets. You have long list of debts, Love... and I will begin collecting them very soon.” you said with a superior smirk, confident and calm in yourself as you stared at Love daring her to challenge you. 

“You can’t kill my fiancé! You promised not to collect that debt!” snapped Love furiously and darkly but nervousness and fright were flickering in her dark ocean blue eyes. 

“You don’t listen, do you? I won’t kill your fiancé even though you deserve it, even though I promised you a long time ago. So you owe me a debt for not collecting that debt from you. So... I will be collecting all your debts from you and you will pay without excuse. Write that down.” you retorted casually and nonchalantly with a smirk as you tilted your head smugly at Love. “Finally... I will agree to your conditions but you must... beg for it.”

“I will not beg from you!”

“Fine, consider your conditions disagreed to. I will collect my debt and ruin your plans of taking over the Kingdom of Chaos.” you said with a happy smirk as you slung your leg carelessly and indifferently with grace and superiority. 

Love was desperate, too desperate because she had seen the careless and vengeful gleam in your dark brown eyes that signified you would go above and beyond everything to destroy everything Love held dear to her heart and ruin her in disgrace and Love found herself pleading in a childlike, vulnerable voice “Y/N! My sister! Please... please don’t do this! Please don’t take him away from me! Please don’t ruin this chance for me to rule! Just please - I’ll do anything - I beg you, don’t do this!”

You were more of an evil queen reigning gracefully on her throne of bloodied bones as you lounged lazily on your armchair, eyeing your sister with pleasurable indifference and careless nonchalance as you smirked ruthlessly with delighted amusement and replied dangerously “I like you begging... Do it again.”

Your eyes glowed a dangerous golden green as you eyed your sister with dangerous ruthlessness that would not spare her unless you were given what you wanted. Love remembered all the times you had begged for her mercy and support but Love had turned you away with mocking laughter and cruel taunts that made you burst into tears and scream in fear and pain as she took away what you held dear to you in the twisted schemes and games she played with you. Now, Love could see clearly that her sweet sister who had patiently tolerated her games was not so kind anymore, she was full of darkness and vengeance that would be unleashed on Love if she crossed the line. 

Love felt frightened and scared of you, fear rattling deep in her bones as she bowed down to you deeply, begging for mercy for she could not live without the love of her life “I beg you... please spare us. I beg you... please don’t ruin me. I’m begging you, Your Highness... please.”

You tilted your head slightly considering her words as you took pleasure in savoring the helplessness and powerlessness of it all and stared at Love cruelly for what felt like an eternal moment and you twisted your fingers with a dark smirk “Alright. I suppose I could be merciful. 

Love exhaled a breath of relief but felt unsettled when she met your eyes gleaming with darkness and cruelty, your voice burning with danger and rage “I agree to your conditions as long as you agree and honor my conditions. So... do we have a trade?”

Love looked as if she had swallowed a poisonous toad as she looked at you darkly and nervously and finally took a deep breath and slit the palm of her hand, blood dripping “Yes, Your Highness. Will you, Y/N, Goddess of Hope, to the best of your ability, fulfill my wishes and conditions, with honor, nobility, truth and justice?”

You slit the palm of your hand, blood dripping in rivulets as you grasped your sister’s bleeding hand “I will.”

You squeezed your sister’s bleeding hand as a silver chain began to form from the beads of your blood that mingled with hers “Will you Love, the Goddess of Love, honor, fulfill and satisfy each element of all my wishes and conditions agreed upon by both of us through honor, nobility, truth, loyalty and justice devoid of trickery, deceit, disloyalty and hatred?” 

Love’s eyes were true and dark “I will. And will we both accept the consequences of breaking the deed through our willing actions and carry out what is necessary to mend the fracture?” 

Love’s dark ocean blue eyes met your steady dark brown eyes as you both nodded “We will.”

Their hands were bound by several silver chains formed by both of their blood, that roped around their hands and sealed the deal every time they promised to each other and finally, the silver chains glowed and blazed brightly around their hands as they both felt the strength and gravity of the promises they had made to each other. 

“Well, I better be off.” said Love rising from her seat and dusting off invisible dust from her dress, directing a cheery and lovely smile at you though she looked slightly shaken “Well, it’s so nice to have had a proper chat with you after ages. I see you are still sentimental about your pets. Speaking of your little pet... where is the creature you seem awfully fond of and hate at the same time? Has he been causing any trouble lately? Well, he wouldn’t have a way to do it...”

“What do you mean? What have you done?” you questioned feeling worried and anxious, a sinking feeling began to form in your heart as you thought of your troublesome friend who was a bit of a troublemaker who you were trying to help out but he was out having his own adventures. You hadn’t heard from him for a long time and even though your friendship wasn’t what it used to be, you were still worried about him. You had a bad feeling that Love had something to do with why your troublemaker was missing for so long. 

“Oh, you are still so protective over him after everything you’ve been through. Isn’t that sweet? People do get sentimental over their pets.” replied Love with an amused and delighted smile as she made her way toward the door with a twinkle in her ocean blue eyes and when she caught the dark gleam in your eyes, she put her arms in surrender “Honestly, I didn’t do anything. This time the blame is not mine.”

You made up your mind to check up on your troublesome frenemy when Love called out with a honeyed voice “I look forward to seeing you at my wedding, dear sister. I hope you prepare that speech nicely.”

“Who knows I might start a war just to miss your wedding.” you retorted sarcastically and sassily infuriated by Love.

“You know, I want you to be my maid of honor and prepare a speech in my honor because I want to torment you.” replied Love with a grin of amusement as she looked at you with delight and slight hesitation. 

You weren’t surprised at all as you rolled your eyes at your sister “Why am I not surprised?”

“And because you’re the sibling, perhaps the person in this universe who is the closest to me and means the most to me in a twisted and odd manner.” stated Love honestly in a thoughtful and matter - of - fact voice, her ocean blue eyes gleaming with truth and sincerity as her lips curved into a small sad smile “No lover, no friend has ever been so fun, so constant in my life except you... my best enemy, my oldest friend, always so brilliant from the first day we met.”

“I would love to have my oldest friend... my greatest enemy at my wedding.” said Love quietly and softly with a wistful and reminiscent gleam in her ocean blue eyes full of sadness and pain as her lips curved into a smile of a sister who was on opposite end of the spectrum and yet had a special place in her heart for Hope. 

There was a pause that seemed to last an eternity because this was a confession of undying love from a sister who you grew up with, an enemy who loved chaos and wanted you to love it too and it felt rare, beautiful, tragic and deceiving all at once shocking you to your core, leaving you speechless.

You looked at your sister who was vulnerable and quiet waiting for you response and you exclaimed finally recovering from your speechlessness “What the hell am I supposed to say to that?”

“Congratulations?” suggested Love with a small smile, her ocean blue eyes softening with hopefulness and quiet pain. “I love you, dearest sister?”

“I hate you, you pain in the ass.” you replied hiding a grin as you shoved your sister out of the door but there was an amused twinkle in your eyes as you nodded at Love whose lips curved into a small smile as you shut the door in her face. 

At that very moment, Morpheus strode down the stairs, every inch a king, his face looking considerably rested and hair slightly mussed. Morpheus’ who had woken up in an empty bed came down to see you standing in the middle of broken glass and destroyed antiques, bruises forming on your face and blood dripping as you wore a thoughtful and troubled expression on your face. 

His gorgeous blue eyes widened in alarm as he took in your tousled wild hair, the blood dripping in rivulets and the sweat on your brow, the shards of glass and broken edges on your clothes that were messed up and he caught you in his arms before you fell onto the floor, your strength giving away “Y/N! Y/N, are you alright? Who did this to you?”

“I’m fine.” you replied slightly unsteady and pale as you took a deep breath and cracked a smile at Morpheus whose eyes were filled with an unfamiliar emotion that you had never seen directed toward you. Fear of losing you. “I’m fine.”

Seeing him feel fear of losing you terrified and unanchored you with uncertainty because you were beginning to feel the treacherous spark of hope in your heart as his beautiful eyes skimmed along every little detail in your face.

“You’re hurt.” stated Morpheus, with seething sharp rage and quiet gentle concern burning within him as he brushed the shards of glass away from you and his shaking fingers touched the bruise blooming on your cheek “Who did this to you?”

You were touched by the beautiful gentleness that he gave you because he had never quite being so kind to you in your marriage but goosebumps rose on your skin as you heard the undertones of a sharp storm of oncoming rage and anger toward the person who had done this to you. 

You opened your mouth to lie because you had handled it on your own but Morpheus sensed it “Please share your burden with me, Y/N. Who did this to you?”

You wouldn’t ask him to promise not to get mad. It was not in your nature to ask him to make promises he would not keep. 

You could have lied to him and guarded yourself but the words slipped easily from your lips as his fingers danced softly on your cheek “Love. My sister, Love unexpectedly turned up today to invite me to her wedding and have a chat. And we greeted each other in our usual way.”

Morpheus looked at the broken French doors, torn curtains, shattered glass and vases, messed up trinkets and his dark blue eyes darted towards the bleeding cuts and bruises you had “And do you generally greet each other with such... murderous hatred?”

“There you go. You finally understand my relationship with Love. I’m fine, honestly. This is nothing. You should have seen Love when I finally won and beat her.” you replied with a weak chuckle, a proud glint in your eyes but Morpheus did not look amused as you began to heal yourself while he still held you as if you would vanish if he let you go “What is sisterly love if not the desire to slit each other’s throats?”

Despite all the bad blood that used to be happy affection and strong sisterhood that had turned into problems that couldn’t be solved, the trust that had burned into ashes and bruises and deep cuts, you had a flicker of hope that Love was still the good person who had once known and shared good times with and you could still save the bond of sisterhood sabotaged in their war.

“Touching. But your sister has crossed a line in harming you.” replied Morpheus coldly and darkly as his grip around you tightened in protectiveness surprising you, your heart skipping a beat as you felt breathless at how much Morpheus cared about you “She shall not do so any longer. She will be punished.”

Morpheus had thought the rivalry between these two sisters were not as deep as you had felt. Morpheus had thought last night it was merely two sisters who had deep misunderstandings and scars of pain lashed across their hearts from each other but there was a possibility of reconciliation. Morpheus had even given thought to gently persuading you to consider reconciliation and understanding with your sister because he knew what it was like to lose a sibling to hatred and he did not want the same fate to befall you. 

But you seemed to take this deep, hateful rivalry and encourage it further with deeper anger and darkness. Morpheus gripped onto you tightly as he looked at you with protective concern knowing that this kind of rivalry would not end until one of you were dead. Morpheus saw the damage inflicted on you and felt an a storm of seething rage and anger toward your sister for even daring to think about hurting you. You were never to be hurt again. No one would ever dare think of touching a hair on your beautiful head. 

Morpheus would ensure your sister Love would regret her actions and not escape the consequences of hurting you.

Panic swelled in your chest as you remembered Love’s quiet insane threat toward the Dreaming as you snapped “No! Do not harm her in anyway!” 

Morpheus’ eyes were alit in fury and pain “Why do you care? She was going to kill you!”

You were deeply moved and shocked at how much Morpheus cared for your life that you thought did not matter to him as you replied with a mischievous gleam in your dark eyes with a bright and cheerful laugh “I’m not dead.”

“How can you laugh at this?” murmured Morpheus softly, his voice full of pained concern as his eyes flickered with gentleness and concern and noticed the red strangling mark left on your neck by your sister as his fingers hesitantly touched your reddened skin gently making you gasp at his soft touch “Your sister has hurt you. I cannot let this pass.”

“Why do you care? Because I’m your wife? Because you’re intent on showing me your chivalrous side so that I can easily be won over?” you snapped as your cheeks burned red at Morpheus simple touch, feeling something hurt and pained in you that Morpheus was finally caring about you far too late when he should have been so sweet, tender and gentle with you from the beginning. 

This Morpheus who was with you was different to the one who you had been married to... here he was holding you making you feel that this was too good, too lovely and too good to be real as you held back a gasp at how much you craved his gentle and silk soft touch “I am not fragile and in need of protection. I can protect myself and if I require assistance I will ask for it!”

“You belong to yourself. Not to me nor anyone else. But I cannot let this pass because seeing you hurt is...” whispered Morpheus taking a sharp intake of breath as he looked at you earnestly and tenderly, lost for words and grasping to find them “...is terrifying me.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks and your heart pound loudly in your ribcage so loudly you were certain the whole universe could hear it as you stared at Morpheus in disbelief and speechlessness because it felt strange to have him care about you. It just felt strange to have anyone care about you, about your life at all. 

All your life you felt your very existence ruined Morpheus’ life and yet here he was staring at you with earnest tenderness and genuine fear of seeing you hurt because you were infinitely precious to him and you finally found your tongue “I - thank you for your concern. You - um - but - I want you to know you shouldn’t worry over me too much.”

What were you doing? Why on earth were you stuttering like a foolish girl with hopes of love as you felt Morpheus’ tender stare burn you? Why were you suddenly blushing in shyness averting Morpheus’ tender eyes? Why were you shy in the first place? You didn’t like him!

Dearest sister, you can't conceal it, I know how you’re feeling and who you’re thinking of.

No chance. No way. 

You swoon, you sigh, why deny it?

Please shut up and leave me alone. 

“I believe someone needs to worry about  and take care of you. You seem to have the tendency to land yourself into trouble and fight in it all alone.” replied Morpheus softly and tenderly as he stared at you as if you were the universe, vast and infinite, beautiful and precious. 

You were frozen and breathless as you blushed but you retorted charmingly and cheekily “It’s not my fault trouble is attracted to me. And I’m too charming to get into trouble.”

Morpheus snorted in disbelief and amusement and you smacked him in his chest in exasperation as he chuckled “Perhaps your charm attracts dangerous trouble and bloodthirsty murderers.”

“Well, if not for my charm, you wouldn’t be alive. Or in love with me.” you replied casually and calmly with a cheeky wink that made Morpheus blush to your amusement as you finished healing yourself “Dangerous trouble and bloodthirsty murderers? Sounds like my kind of a good time.”

Morpheus cocked his head slightly as he looked at you in confusion and puzzlement “Sometimes when I think I have you figured out, you puzzle me even further. You are an unfathomable riddle I cannot understand.”

“Very good. Just the way I like it.” you replied as you snapped your fingers and everything in the house mended and had fixed as if there had never been a bloodthirsty fight in the first place. You were glad he was confused because you didn’t want him to figure you out yet. “Alright, I have a very busy day ahead of me but I’ve made breakfast for you... you can eat and then continue your quest with Matthew.”

Morpheus felt a pit of disappointment and despair form in his stomach as he realized you had left his arms and stood up away from him as if the intimate and sweet moments between you and him yesterday and today had never happened. Morpheus felt you were trying to guard yourself and distance yourself from him. Morpheus wanted the easy companionship, playful friendship and intimate moments they shared yesterday and today to grow and continue but today you had changed from a girl who blushed at his touch to a goddess who was guarded and calm, distant from him. 

And Morpheus realized he had to find the ruby. It was of utmost importance to find it as soon as possible because in the wrong hands it would cause chaos and disaster. The sooner he found the ruby, the sooner he could rebuild the Dreaming and make it stronger, gather and unite all Dreams and Nightmares and restore their faith in him as the King of Dreams and Nightmares. 

But as he looked at you finish stuffing a muffin and gulping down coffee, Morpheus realized that he could not let go of you easily. The Realm of Dreaming could wait for a few hours but the bond between the both of you were still fragile and vulnerable. You didn’t know how lovely you were but Morpheus wanted to show you how much he needed you and loved you. Morpheus wanted to fight for what they had shared yesterday, the intimate moments and domestic bliss of sharing secrets, companionable silence, playful friendship and blossoming affection and tenderness. The affection and tenderness between them was there buried deep within the damage of their relationship but Morpheus wanted to root it out, and plant it, nourish it and water it and make his relationship with you stronger and intimate and get to know you better. 

Morpheus found himself wanting to be with you today and share his day with you, wanting to see how you spent the day as he burst out “Actually, I was thinking of spending the day with you. Me. You. Us. Together.”

You dropped your dagger that you were tucking into your belt as your eyes widened in amazement and shock at Morpheus’ words. Your shock was justified because Morpheus never cared about your duties and your Realm of Hope. In the beginning of your marriage, you had encouraged and tried to persuade him to accompany you in your duties and let you accompany him on his. But Morpheus had been cold and heartless letting you know that you were lesser than him in every way and he had no interest in your duties that he believed to be trivial and unimportant that came in the form of cruel remarks and hateful arguments. In time you had given up trying, and resigned to ruling your Realm alone and doing your duty with dedication. 

You never expected to face the day where Morpheus himself suggested that he should accompany you on your duties.

You realized he was serious and as you picked up the dagger, you shook your head “It’s not a good idea. You have a quest to restore the Dreaming to its strength, My Lord. And I believe you should attend to such important duties instead of wasting time accompanying me performing my trivial and meaningless duties.”

Your voice was full of loathing and bitterness as you gripped another one of your knives tightly, tucking them into your belt remembering all those cruel and cold days of humiliation and loneliness “I shall be fine on my own.”

Morpheus’ jaw was clenched and his eyes were full of shame and remembrance at how he degraded and humiliated your very role and existence in this universe. 

He looked hopelessly and helplessly at you holding yourself full of defiance and guarded composure knowing that he wanted to make amends with you “I am sorry.”

You stopped mid step as you heard him apologize sincerely and took a deep breath to see Morpheus state sincerely and honestly “All the time in our marriage, I disrespected and humiliated the importance of your role, your duties, your purpose and very existence in this universe. I thought of your duty as trivial and meaningless because I was ignorant to the very meaning of what you stood for. But in that cage... years and years... I understood then exactly what you stand for and how important you are. In those dark years... I learned exactly what humiliation and hope felt like. How important you are to everyone in the universe who feels that tomorrow may never be better, to everyone who believes there is no light at the end of the tunnel and believe that they are alone.”

“You are important. You are powerful. You save everyone in the universe. You have saved me.” said Morpheus quietly and sincerely, with genuine and passionate glint in his eyes stunning you with his passionate outpouring of words “I was an arrogant fool to think that you were nothing when you are the most powerful in this universe. Spending time with you is not a waste of time. I want to know what I should have known from the beginning... I want to know how your day is, I want to learn how you fulfill your duties as the Goddess of Hope.”

You remained silent. You were stunned. Your brain was still processing the surprise of receiving an apology from Morpheus for humiliating your very existence and purpose as the Goddess of Hope as tears sprung into your eyes. 

“Please.” pleaded Morpheus softly in determination and kindness, his beautiful starlit eyes gleaming with tenderness and affection as he stared at you with a small soft smile. “I’ll do everything you say. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You opened your mouth to protest, a warm and tender feeling blooming in your chest “I appreciate your apology but no, you can’t just bat your pretty blue eyes and get what you want from me! No, no - you are not doing this! You are not coming with me!”

“Well, it is my sacred duty as your husband and the Dream Lord to ensure that you do your duty uninterrupted by bloodthirsty demons and crazy family members who want you dead.” replied Morpheus smoothly and calmly, stubborn and unfazed by your exasperated gaze as he shot you a smug smirk as he relished the small compliment you had given him.

You processed his words and the warmth in your heart made you feel special and shy as you smiled shyly in amazement and disbelief at Morpheus “Are you guarding me?”

Morpheus nodded in steady unwavering tenderness and gentleness “Yes, yes, I am.”

You couldn’t help it, you burst into a bright and amazed smile as your dark eyes twinkled in wonder and shyness at the beauty and simplicity of this moment you thought was a fairytale and Morpheus’ lips curved into a tender and happy smile as he stared at the joy and shyness glowing in your face that he cherished with all his heart. 

You laughed in disbelieving amusement and heart skipping wonder as you stared at Morpheus who was smiling at you “You’re seriously going to accompany me all day while I’m doing my duties?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave your side.” replied Morpheus honestly and sincerely with a soft and tender smile, his universe blue eyes full of joy and hope that was blooming within him as he stared at you with unhidden affection and adoration. “I’ll be by your side until the very end.”

You wanted to argue but you liked this feeling of daylight and hope that was treacherous and traitorous but for once you dared to let it bloom as you smiled at him “Well then, let’s get a move on, Lord Morpheus.”

Morpheus smiled brightly as if you had granted him all of the universe and you grinned at him widely feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as you made your way with him to the world that awaited your touch of hope. 

Morpheus and you shared hopeful glances feeling that what laid ahead today for the both of you was going to be a special adventure for both of you.

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The salvation of humanity

Chapter 4: A new quest

Warning: Crisis of faith, the dog used to have a bad owner

When you woke up in the morning, the rain had stopped, so as the thunder, you felt rested.  Outside, you could see a light fog all over the gardens and fields around the house. You had a good night of sleep, one which you never had in a long time, you felt rested. The sound of rain against the window had rocked you all night long. It felt nice.

  The dog was still asleep, instead of waking him up, you decided to take a shower and cleaned yourself a bit. The water was hot on your skin, and it felt nice, thanking mentally the generator to keep everything running correctly. There was soap you had found and shampoo. It was long due, but still useable. You hated to feel dirty, especially since finding yourself covered in blood and rag of skin was quite common now. 

  After getting all clean, you braided your hair and wash your teeth before putting your clothe on, a black jean and t-shirt with a dark green jacket with a lot of pocket, very useful. You slip on your boots, put the knife on your belt and get out of the room. The dog who had woken up start following you.

  Today would be a long day. The guns needed to be cleaned too, and after it will be time to hunt. Yesterday, the storm had ruined your plan, but today was good enough for a little walk in the woods. 

  Once you reach downstairs, you open the door that lead outside, letting the dog running in the garden. You stepped out and stay on the porch watching outside.

“ I need your help” a voice near you said.

You jumped, heart dropping in your stomach before racing with adrenaline, pulling the knife out before turning where the voice came from. That when you noticed him. The same men from the other night. He was sitting on the bench looking down on the floor.

You stay silent, in defensive position. The dog had come to your side but doesn’t seem to be bother. 

“Beg your pardon?” you broke the silence.

He stood up and approach you, towering you. Crossing your hands behind your back, you kept the knife in your hand and straighten yourself, facing him proudly keeping eye contact, letting him know he was not intimidating you.  

He repeats himself.

“ I need your help”

You chuckle.

“ First, good morning to you too, second, who are you and what are you doing here?”

Sure, you were kind happy to see him and to know you didn’t go crazy that night, but he was rude and impolite.

He seemed surprised to the way you were speaking to him. He didn’t answer. 

“Fine.” you said.

You stepped back, turning away from him and walking away, calling for the dog. 

“I am Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, ruler of the Nightmare realm. I need help to find my artefacts.”

Turning to face him, you stand there, not moving, processing what he just says. Did he just pretend to be like some sort of God?

You laugh. He had to be joking. 

Dream didn’t expect for you to react that way. 

You turn to look on the old driveway, chuckling, bitter. This was for sure a joke. He was making fun of you. You used to be a believer, trusting god and his word, learning every text, mythologies, idea. If you had met him at this time of your life, you would have been so happy. A happy little girl. But after everything you saw and experience, you couldn’t understand how someone like god could do this. You lose your faith.

You looked at him. Questions burning your lips.  How was it possible for a god to be trapped in any way.

“ Okay, let’s assume you're some sort of God, how did you end up here.”

“I was powerless, trapped by a spell cast by an amateur. My captivity has damaged this world. In a way i never saw before” he answered.

He didn’t seem to know about the apocalypse. You dare to ask.

“ How long were you trapped inside that thing?”

“113 years.”

Your body froze and you felt sick. Nothing were right in this story. Everything was so messed up. You felt so bad for him and for letting him there for weeks while he was there in this cage. Even if he was laying to you about how long he stayed trapped, he still was in this cage.

He was mocking you, pretending to be a god. Perhaps he had gone mad. 

“Could you say to this dog to leave me alone please” You heard another voice and search behind Dream. You saw a raven and the dog were trying to catch him.

You laugh.

“There is no way the raven just spoke.”

No one spoke.

“I am probably still asleep.” you said.

“Trust me, you are not.” Dream whispered to you.

“This is my raven, Matthew. He wasn’t supposed to be here." He said next. The bird came on his shoulder to find shelter from the dog.

You’ve been in this place for more or less than 3 weeks and had found sorcery books, a man trapped in a glass, you had set him free and now, he was standing here, asking for your help, being some sort of god, speaking about the dream realm and tools. He was impolite, and he didn’t even bother asking for your name. Rude.

The dog was beside him, sniffing his hand, asking to be pet. 

“Will you help me?” He said, leaning forward to you, a lock of hair falling over his face in the process. It took all the strength you had to fight the urge to replace it and run your hand through his hair.

God, he smelled divine, you thought to yourself. You kept your eyes on his leaning forward too before asking.

“Why should i help you? I don’t know you.”

“You didn’t know me, but you free me last night.” He said, staring deep in your eyes.

He was right. You did, without hesitation. You nod and step back, the dog follows your lead, standing by your side. Furthermore, you wanted to help him without knowing why, even if he was lying to you. Who know? Perhaps you were hoping this to be true, deep inside your heart. 

And anyway, you needed to leave the house to find some supplies. 

Stepping inside the house, you start walking toward the map, but notice he wasn’t following you. Sighing, you return outside.

“Are you coming or not?”

And he followed you into the house. It felt strange for Dream to be inside the house that held him captive for the last century. But your presence totally changes the aspect of the house.

“So, do you have any information about your “tools”?” You asked.

You sat near the radio and map, the dog lay his head on your laps, and you pet his head.

“I need to find my sand first. It was sold to a magic user called Johanna Constantine, we need to find her first” He said.

You had no idea who she could be, but you did know a group of survivors practising magic or, at least, use to. It’s been years since you had news of them. You didn’t know where to find them any more.

The smartest thing to do, to buy time, would be trying with the radio. 

And you did. No answer. But the radio did send a signal. It was probably still on, and you would try later. 

You try to call the group you knew the most, the one to which you belong. You would contact the person you trusted the most, your godfather. He taught you everything, especially since the beginning of the pandemic. 

He answered.

“Y/N, you okay? You’re supposed to call tomorrow.” Dream heard concern in this man voice. Who was he for you, he wondered. 

Now, he could also put a name on your face. He didn’t even ask you, obsessed by his quest. He felt a little ashamed.

“Yes, i’m fine, don’t worry. I need information about something, though.” you answered.

“Yeah, what do you want?” He asked, obviously in relief.

“Do you have any news about this survival groups we meet few years ago, the one that like magic and stuff?”

No one answered on the other side. You waited.

“No i don’t. I’ll see with the boss and came back to you later. You’ll explain to me what’s going on.”

“Count on me. Thanks, see you later” you said.

“See ya.” 

You leaned back on the chair, crossing your arm.

“We need to wait now.” you told him.

He nodded. 

“What’s the name of your dog?” Dream asked.

Sweet, he asked for the dog name’s but not yours, you thought.

“He’s not my dog, and he doesn’t have a name”

Dream looked surprise. You explain.

“ His old owner wasn’t treating him well. When we met, he was threatening me with a gun. The dog save me from his owner. We stuck together ever since. Two years. I don’t give him a name in order not to get too attached. ”

That was not true, and you knew it, deep down. You were deeply attached to this dog. Since the first day. But, it was for the best not to show it too much.

Dream knew it too. 

Will waiting, you take the time to clean your gun. In silence, from what you could see, Dream wasn’t really talkative.

After a few moment and clean weapons, he asked you something.

“What happen here? This place is as destroyed as my kingdom.”

There he was speaking about his kingdom. Did he truly believe himself to be a god?  

No need to be a genius to guess what he was referring to in the first place. 

He really didn’t know?

“ Well, seven years ago, a man fell sick with weird symptoms. Patient zero. The disease spread, being very contagious. After their death, people just woke up, but they were not human any more. We learn after that it was not about a disease the dead gave, all of us are somehow infected. When we die, we all come back as one of them. When they bite or scratch they make people really sick, and it kills them slowly, if you're not dead because they eat you first. “

You paused. 

“ That what happen. No more electricity, phone. No more everything. Do you really don’t know? You can’t have been stuck in this place for more than a century, even for seven years.” You told him.

He looked outside, obviously hurt, you didn’t believe him. You felt bad. 

Both of you stay in silent. The raven had left outside. The dog was still by your side, resting. You stayed like that for a while until the silence break through the radio.

“Y/N do you copy?” you heard your godfather say.

“I do, have you found anything interesting for me?” 

“ I have, do you have the map?”

You stood up, walking toward the map laying on the desk with the radio. Dream followed your lead, standing close behind you.

“I’m in front of it, where is it compared to your place?” Asking, pointing the place he was with your finger.

“Est. They���re 200 miles from us. It’s an old town, but no one had news from them for the last months.”

You were finding the place on the map when he spoke again.

“Y/N what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you myself tomorrow when i arrived. It will be easier.” You answered, noticing it would be easier to go to their places before since it was closer.

“ I’m leaving soon.” You continued.

On the other side of the radio, he sights.

“You better be telling me. It’s dangerous, you can’t keep moving like that.” He said.

“I’ll be ok, i am always ok”

“I know. Be careful, i’ll wait for you kid. See ya” He answered.

“Promise, see ya.”

The radio shut down. You circled the place he told about. Dream was still behind you, close. You turned to him. He was very close, towering you again, you were pressed against the table. You had to take the power back. It’s not that you didn’t like to be in control. Well, actually it was the case. You had to be in control.

“Ok we have a lead but if we travel together you need to follow some rules.”

He was listening to you, so you continued.

“ If you hurt or make any attempts on the dog, you’re dead. Do as i say, if i told you to run, you run etc… Do not put us in danger. Kill the zombie with knives. Use gun only in emergency case. Be careful, they are very fast. You have a weapon, right?”

The way he stayed silent told everything. You handed one of your knife, and he took it. 

You put your hand on his shoulder to make him move, but he jumps, so you back off.

“Sorry, but could you move please?”

He did. You fold the map, put everything you needed in a bag and throw it on your shoulder.

Both of you went outside, ready to find your godfather again. Ready to return to the only place that has been your home technically since the apocalypse. The thought of it made you happy deep inside.

You start walking in the forest, explaining where you were bringing him. After a few moments, he told you.

“You can call me Morpheus, by the way, that’s my name.”

“Yeah, i’m gonna stuck with Dream for now, i don’t really know you.”

For a second, you swear you had seen him flash a smile.

You always liked to travel alone and with the dog, but you had forgotten how good it was not to travel alone. Maybe you should stay more with your godfather and his group. It was nice  to have someone to stuck with.

Hey!! Sorry I am late for posting, didn't get to much time between university and my work. I hope you will like this chapter ! Let me know if there is any thing bad or that bother you i'll do my best to improve myself 🤞

Have a nice day !

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In Another Universe

Mini-Series: Part 3/?

The Meeting.

Pairing: Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Story: Dancing With The Devil (Alternate path from the end of part 2 of the story onwards)

Warnings: Third Person. Will Mostly Be Referred To As She (Called Y/N When Her Nickname Is Being Used And Will Occasionally Be Called By Her 'Angel' Name). She Has Kids. Daddy Issues. Some Angst. Tension (She's Keeping Secrets and Morpheus Knows It).

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Major Spoilers for the Story (Klaus Mikaelson fic), like this existing spoils the mystery of who my character is as well as her character arc.

This will also be posted to my Wattpad.

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Y/N spends the next few weeks waiting. Waiting for the inevitable moment when she's face-to-face with him again. She waits for the Kindly Ones to tell them how to get into his realm, Dream's realm.

His name makes her shiver as she paces around the apartment. Like she had been doing since she got back from meeting Raphael's history professor friend who isn't a friend, Hob Gadling. Who she could tell was hiding something. Which she hopes is something painfully human as she knows her brother likes him, if his constant blush was anything to go by.

Oh fuck, I hope I don't look like that when I'm around Dream. She pauses her pacing when she hears the door open and close, looking at her brother in confusion when he appears in the kitchen where she stopped her pacing. "I thought you where staying with Hob for a bit longer?"

Raphael stares at his sister not knowing what to tell her, before deciding it's best to just tell her the truth, "I was, but an old friend of his turned up and I wanted to let them catch up."

She eyes her brother knowing there's more to the story, "But?"

"It was him..." He watches the confusion cross her face, then the understanding "Yeah, it was an awkward and long conversation. Cause it turns out, Hob is immortal and they've known each other for over six hundred years!"

She barely processes the information before Raphael is speaking again.

"And the Kindly Ones said to follow your instincts and they'll lead us to Dream's realm."

"Okay..." she stops him from walking away, "what happened with Hob? Did..."

"I kind of just went, 'Huh' and walked away. Then I ran into the Fates and came back here."

"You need to talk to him." She holds her hand up to stop him from interrupting her, "But for tonight, we'll eat, watch some films and then you're going to bed. Okay?"

Raphael nods, "But what am I going to tell him? 'Yeah. Hi. I'm your soulmate but get this. I'm from another universe so our relationship is doomed.'" He throws his hands into the air, groanng.

She snorts, ignoring the sting of their reality as her eyes tear up. "Maybe not that." She grabs his arm, dragging him into the living room. "Choose what we're going to watch, I'll grab the snacks."

She walks back into the kitchen and leans against the fridge as she tries to stop the tears from flowing down her face. After taking some deep breaths, she composes herself and grabs the bags of snacks she picked up from the shop on the way back from the pub. She walks back into the living room, determined to forget their inevitably doomed relationships.

The siblings decide to wait a few days before attempting the journey to Dream's realm, mostly based on Raphael wanting to be in a better mood and therefore more polite. Y/N gives him that as she knows it will be needed and she will be her usual self no matter how much time she may take to try and be otherwise.

She waits in the alleyway near their apartment for her brother, kicking around a can as she had been doing for the last five minutes, tensing up when she hears footsteps coming down the alleyway and relaxing when she sees her brother.

"Ready?"

She raises an eyebrow at him to which he just shrugs, releasing his grey wings from his back. She does the same, putting up a hand for him to wait as she takes a deep breath, trying to allow her instincts to take over. She stretches her wings briefly before taking off into the sky, Raphael following close behind her as she just flies, not thinking as she lets her wings and instincts lead the way. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind flowing through her feathers and her braided hair. Her eyes flutter open as she feels herself going through something. The feeling is not unlike when she goes through the rifts she makes to travel through universes, but softer, almost.

"Woah."

Her brother's quiet voice reaches her ears as she takes in the same thing he's seeing. The vast colourful land and the endless black beach, separated by gates that look giant even high in the sky. Raphael gestures towards an area of the beach that sits in the middle of the two different gates. She glides down onto the black sand, her powerful wings making it fly around her as she lands.

"Which one do we take?" Her brother asks as he lands behind her.

Their wings recede into their backs as she leads them to one of the gates. It opens as they draw near, revealing a woman with dark skin peering at them over round spectacles.

"Welcome to The Dreaming." She greets them with a polite smile.

They walk the long distance to the palace with the woman who introduced herself as Lucienne. The siblings walk along the path, greeting and being introduced to The Dreaming's residents they come across. Lucienne tells them about The Dreaming as they go, including what the function of the two gates is. The pointy-eared woman lets them know that the gate they went through, the gates of Horn, tells Lord Morpheus that they mean no harm to the realm and its resident. Which would have told him the opposite if they went through the other gates, the gates of Ivory.

She exchanges a look with Raphael, both finding it amusing that she had implemented something similar in Hell nearly twenty years ago so she could weed out who would be a threat to her daughter, Evie, who she was forced to raise in Hell, away from her little sister and her father.

They walk under the front gates of the palace, the siblings looking up at the living stone guards, the Gryphon, the Wyvern, similar looking to the one that watched over and protected her daughter in her universe, and the Hippogryph all watch the siblings walk into the home of their sovereign.

Lucienne leads them through the palace, through all the corridors until they stand in front of a set of doors, which open on their own when Lucienne knocks. They enter a large room, Raphael taking in the structure as Y/N stares at the man standing on the stairs leading up to a throne. They stop in front of the stairs, the siblings bowing simultaneously, feeling his inquisitive gaze. She locks eyes with the man she now knows as Dream or Morpheus, searching his expressive blue eyes while his face remains emotionless, much like her own. She is only distantly aware of Lucienne introducing him, coming back to the present when his gaze drifts over to her brother, her head turning to look at Raphael.

"It's an honour to be welcomed into your realm, Lord Morpheus. I am Raphael and this is my sister..." he hesitates

"Lucy. We've met." His eyes flicker to her and then back to her brother.

"Right." Raphael chuckles, Morpheus's intense gaze making him shift on the spot.

"Why have you sought an audience with me."

She looks up at Morpheus, "The Kindly Ones told us you may be able to help us."

He looks at her, a shiver going down his spine from hearing her voice for the first time. "And how might I do that?"

"We're looking for our father." Raphael buts in, "He's been rather difficult to pin down."

"Your father?" He questions, "Why?" Morpheus narrows his eyes at her, taking in her caution, and her pain. The pain he's felt since he first laid eyes on her, that he didn't realise was hers until that very moment. He could feel how cruel life had been to her.

She takes a deep breath as she looks at her brother. He returns the look, letting her decide what to tell him. She lets her instincts take over, glad that they don't seem to be marred by Morpheus. "Well, the short version is, he's dangerous and powerful. And he will do anything to keep that power, he has and he will threaten people and he'll kill them if he even thinks they're a threat. He won't stop, not unless we find him and bring him to justice. For everyone's sake. For every universe's sake."

"Every universe's sake?" Lucienne speaks from her position next to the stairs.

She looks at Lucienne, "We're from another universe. And we've been chasing our father across... I don't even know how many, universes. What I do know is, we have to be careful. If he knows we're in the same universe as him, he will move on and we'll have to start all over again."

The silence that follows makes her nervous, even more so when there's a tug in the back of her mind. She blocks it, glaring at Morpheus as his eyes momentarily flash silver, telling her that he knows she's holding something back.

"What do you need from me?" He asks hesitantly, letting her keep her secrets. For now.

Raphael opens and closes his mouth as he tries to think, frowning at his sister when he comes up with nothing. The Angels had no idea why the Kindly Ones had sent them to The Dreaming.

"What do you do? What are your powers?" She asks, figuring it was a good place to start.

"I hold the collective unconscious of every living being capable of dreaming. Controlling their dreams. Watching over them as they sleep. Though I'm not sure that includes your father, if he's anything like you described."

The sibling raise their eyebrows at him, as neither of them expected that answer.

Y/N's mind whirs around with thoughts, "It shouldn't need to." She ponders out loud, turning her head to look at her brother to see if he's on the same line of thought she is. He isn't, judging from the confusion on his face. "Our father can't resist boosting his own ego."

Raphael's face lights up with understanding.

"Miracles." The siblings say simultaneously.

She looks at Morpheus once again, "Has anyone been dreaming of, friends or family's miraculous recoveries from illnesses or someone saving them from certain death. Stuff like that."

There's a beat of silence, "I can't recall anything you have described."

She purses her lips, Morpheus's eyes flickering down to look at them. "Is there a way I can search through the dreams? I may be able to spot his influence where you can't."

He looks at her incredulously, "And what makes you think I would allow you to enter the minds of the dreamers?"

Her pride bristles at the question, before her common sense kicks in and she deflates. He has no reason to trust her, whether she passed the test at the gates or not, he knows she's hiding something, something big. She knows he can sense it, thanks to their bond, even if it has yet to be completely fulfilled.

"Because of what you feel..." Raphael blurs out, hoping his sister is right about them being soulmates, even if he doesn't believe it as he remembers when Klaus died. How much pain his death caused her, how much she went through to see him one last time, physically and mentally.

Morpheus's head snaps towards Raphael, his face darkening.

"The way every nerve lights up when you're in the same realm, the way you can't stop thinking about him... her!" Raphael's face flushes slightly making his sister smirk at him, "You know she doesn't mean any harm to your realm or the mortals. We're just here for our father and then we'll leave and you don't have to see or hear from us ever again."

The silence that follows weighs heavily on everyone in the room, even Lucienne starts shifting in place. Y/N examines Morpheus's face as he continues to stare her brother down, feeling as he tugs on their connection, as he confirms what he refuses to admit to himself, what he knows to be true.

"I will consider it. For now, you may search for your father in the library." Morpheus doesn't voice his displeasure at the thought of her leaving, of never seeing her again. His heart constricts as he thinks about how he can extend her stay, if he even should.

The siblings don't voice the question on the tips of their tongues, instead, they bow in respect and follow Lucienne as she leads them through a side door in the throne room, Morpheus's burning gaze following them until they're out of sight.

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Thanks for reading!

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[certainlynotasimp]

OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinking…sunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope 😭😭😭😭😭 just imagine miggy acting like it doesn’t effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. i’m already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME 😭🙏

As Warm As You.

Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader

A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! 💕🤍 I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy craving😅. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. I’m also sorry it’s kinda short.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this shouldn’t be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think that’s what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!🤍

Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?

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“Ben?…Ben!”

The little spider’s scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flames…Too many places to be at once.

The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.

I have to find him.

The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.

Why can’t I find him?

The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so much…why is there so much…

A howl of pain rings out of the young woman’s throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.

No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.

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A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesn’t notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.

He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible person’s throat out.

“Cariño?…” Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldn’t hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasn’t a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.

“You know better than to use the gizmo to…” His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.

His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.

She had the dream again.

No. She had the memory again.

His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Miggy…it was really bad this time…” She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.

She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.

His screams were too much.

Miguel doesn’t respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.

The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favorite…it was the first time she felt so warm since that day…

Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.

“Brazos arriba, Sunshine.” He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“I appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.” Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. “But you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.”

“Oh yea…” The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.

“Now then,” Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. “I have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.”

The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguel’s open eye glaring at her as he groans. “It would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.”

A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguel’s front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller being’s weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.

“Thank you, Miggy.” She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.

Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. “Go to sleep, Cariño. You’re gonna need it for training.”

She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. “Sweet Dreams, mi bonita araña..” She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.

His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.

“Sweet dreams, mi vida…” He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his light’s embrace.

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[queenpiranhadon]

Hello! You commented on my post about my dream request so here it goes...

Pro Hero! Dynamite is dating Underground Pro Hero! Y/N. He doesn't know she's a hero, doesn’t even know she has a quirk. She has a "job" where she can travel a lot; a model for Mitsuki & Masura (they know, because parent instincts). Anyway, YN gets sent on a lot of missions with Pro Hero! Deku since he's one of the few who likes working with everybody. Dynamite sees how close they are and is seething, and end ups turning it into a huge fight.

(i woke up at this point but pls make it comfort if you can)

thank you in advance!!🫶🏾🫶🏾

𖥔 ⎸⎸ 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎸⎸ 𖥔

A/N: Idk if this is what you wanted but I loved this prompt so much!! Big thanks to @zanarkandskylines for beta reading and editing this I owe you so much 😭 Here's my masterlist! Divider made by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): f!reader, Katsuki and reader are dating. and they live together, reader is an underground pro hero with a pre-established quirk, mentions of blood, Katsuki thinks reader is cheating on him with Deku, angst to fluff, characters might be a little ooc, mentions of passing out, reader cries a lot, Katsuki does too, Katsuki almost kicks reader out, cursing, Katsuki calls reader princess.

Pairing: Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Underground Pro Hero! Reader

Shit. 

Pain flares up in your abdomen as you try not to think about the blood gushing out of your side, as the taste of iron lines your taste buds, making you want to vomit. 

You were on a mission with your close friend and pro hero, Deku, who you consider a friend till the end after endless mission assignments together. Your quirk, Rays, allowed you to control the lighting of any setting you were in- even if it were bright outside, you could plunge anything within a 100-mile radius into complete darkness if you chose to do. Along with that, you could illuminate anything within the same distance in the middle of the night. Your eyes would change colors while your quirk was active, growing lighter and darker with the lighting around you- a feature that allowed you to be hired as a model for Jiyū, a clothing company owned by renowned clothing designers, Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. They joked that that lighting always favored you during photoshoots, capturing your eyes in such an alluring way that it was almost like you were the one who made the clothing look exceptional. They’d often drop hints that you would, in fact, be a perfect fit for their hotheaded son. You’d laugh at their insistence, waving off their jokes. They never would guess the reason behind your choice of career path, especially as a secret pro hero. 

You were an underground Pro Hero by the name of Sola – specializing in espionage and stealth, a major asset to Pro Hero Deku as you balanced his brute force with elegance and mobility. You loved your job, not ever having to need to be prominent on the Hero charts and found your reward through the knowledge that you were helping others. It was silly, you thought, to sneak around with a secret identity like all the books you read, unlike the Pro Heroes you knew that basked in attention. And even though you didn’t need people fawning over you 24/7, you still had one issue with all the secrecy. 

That being your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.  

You loved him with your entire heart, and more, as he did you. The both of you got together a few months after the explosive blonde had graduated from UA, your relationship blowing up the tabloids with a bang as he climbed the hero rankings. 

You trusted him with your life, and he trusted you with his heart, and yet you couldn’t tell him about your job as an underground pro hero.  

This was one of the reasons why.  

You hid behind a pillar in the abandoned warehouse you had caught a drug network alongside Pro Hero Deku. The both of you were tracking the pricks for months, coming home late every night with a new excuse to tell Katsuki. You knew it would burden him with worry, choosing to keep your secret hero identity just that - a secret, even from Katsuki. He couldn't worry about you when he had his own job as a Pro Hero to worry about.  

Not to mention he wasn’t exactly on the best terms with the greenette you worked with constantly. 

The fight ensued, you heard Deku’s grunts and the cracks of bones, no doubt his One for All in usage. You manipulated the light around him, effectively blinding your opponents while giving your partner the advantage of sight.  

You were losing blood at a rapid pace, head becoming fuzzy as your body slumps to the floor, giving into the exhaustion from overuse of your quirk. 

The last thing you heard before the world turned black was Deku’s triumphant call for you, reporting that all the villains were restrained.  

When you woke up, you were in Izuku’s apartment, head hazy and your temples throbbed like they were being stabbed repeatedly by blunt needles.  

You got up without a word, thanking Izuku for his hospitality before leaving to go home, brushing off his concerns and walking out his front door.  

Anxiety gnawed at you on the taxi ride home, subconsciously fiddling with your shirt to make sure your bandages weren’t visible, and praying to whatever deity was watching over you that Katsuki wouldn’t notice.  

You reached your apartment complex, taking a deep breath and settling for a somewhat content look, before inserting your keys into the lock and opening the door, basking in the familiar warmth of your shared home. 

Spotting Katsuki at the kitchen stove, you creep up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, to which he stiffens, but you don’t think much of it as you tighten your arms around him.  

“I’m home!” You sing, smushing your cheek against him but he says nothing.  

Worry works its way through your mind, wondering why he wasn’t responding, until his gruff voice snaps you back into focus. 

“Where were you.” he says, phrasing it like a statement, not a question.  

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach- does he know? Did Izuku tell him?  

Wh-what?” A nervous laugh escapes you. Had you been caught? “I told you, I was in the US -” 

“Cut the bullshit.” he snaps, and you let go of him – you can physically feel your heart snap in two. “Where. were. You." 

“I...” you trail off, the words caught in your throat, willing the tears that threatened to spill not to fall.  

You both stand there, wordless, staring at his eyes, full of pain.  

“You never even loved me, did you?” he says, voice cracking full of emotion, your eyes widening.  

“Katsuki no- I" You try to explain, but he cuts you off, the pounding in your head returning with the new rush of emotions.  

“Just stop. Please. Leave and never come back.” He spits out, tears finally dripping down his face. “Go fucking be happy with shitty Deku because obviously he’s a better fucking boyfriend than me.”  

He thought you were cheating on him. Those late nights coming home, prolonged trips without explanation- god you were so stupid.  

You rush towards him, mind racing as you try to explain, try to fix things. You couldn’t lose him, you couldn’t- it would destroy you in ways unimaginable.  

And yet, he pushed you away forcefully, making you cry out in pain as he contacts your wound in your side.  

He almost stops breathing when he sees the blood, your blood, on his hands.  

You panic, and he grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your shirt up to reveal the bandage wrapped around your torso that the blood managed to seep through.  

“Kats-” 

“Who fucking hurt you.” he growls, low and feral- all resentment from the previous conversation melting away with the realization that you weren’t with Deku – or at least in the way he thought.  

“I’m an Underground Pro Hero.” You whisper, a desperate attempt to mask your feelings as you curl into yourself. You can’t risk looking up at Katsuki and seeing his reaction. 

“You what- fuck, you have a quirk?!” He looks at you, eyes wide.  

You nod hesitantly, his vermilion stare meeting your own, attempting to assess what else you could be hiding from him. 

“I wasn’t allowed to tell you- the Commision wouldn’t let me, I wanted to tell you so bad Katsuki, but I knew you had so much on your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you, and-” you break down, Katsuki cutting you off as he encircles you in his arms, consoling you silently, letting your distraught form melt into his embrace.  

Heaving sobs turned into choking cries, which dwindled into sniffles that lead to silence. You’d drifted off, cried yourself into a sleepy daze while he carefully cradled you in the kitchen. His own guilt ate away at him- he understood your situation, the Commission was as unsympathetic to a hero’s situation as the League was to anything. But it still hurt, that stupid Deku knew about your status as a Pro Hero before he did. He shook his head, dispersing his feelings. He hated himself for his words, for assuming the worst and thinking you were capable of doing something so low. Running his fingertips over your bandages gingerly, a pang of worry struck through him. He wiped the tears off his face, and then yours, lifting your sleeping form and headed for your bedroom. 

Right now, he needed to take care of you.  

Changing you out of your clothes, he settles you into one of your favorite worn out shirts of his, tucking you into bed before getting ready to sleep himself. 

He joins you in bed, heaving a shaky breath after everything, wrapping his arms around you, one hand placed on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, holding you against his chest like you were made of porcelain - too scared to let you go, but scared of breaking you, too.  

“Goodnight, princess.” 

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[shuxiii]

Heart to heart— Hanni pham x reader

Synopsis; she dates you as a dare

This endless loop has became a routine in your life. The same tireless and restless night of her drunk knocking on your door, with the same eyes you adoringly stared before, now were hazy teary red once.

It was never like this, it should have never had been like this.

She played you, she lied to you, she never loved you. And all of it started with a simple harmless dare. A dare that ruined everything you thought was love. It ruined your picture of love.

You and hanni had been dating for a good 5 months, meeting each other in a bar. Where she called you those sweet names and you fell for it.

She treated you with all the love she could grasp in her hands, something not everyone had but wanted. Something that everyone envied for.

Not every good start ends in a good note, because once you keep a lie eventually it comes out the light.

Everythinfg was fine, hanging out with her friends in the same exact bar you guys met. Reminscing about the moment you met each other. A love in first sight that was only a wishful dream for others

And caught in the blissful moment, a mere sentence ruined it.

"Good thing Hanni took that dare or we couldn't have met such an amazing person like you," Minji said, drunkenly slurring in the process but still clear for your ears to hear.

Everyone went silent as their catious stares went to you.

Hanni didn't know what to do at that moment, her worried gaze fell back at your blank eyes.

You stood up from your chair, as hanni stood as well in a panic, "ym, its not what it looks like—"

She tries to hold your wrist but you were already out the door.

"Yn, please let me explain" she begs.

"What exactly is there to explain?" You tried to hold back the shake in your voice, but the tears in your eyes made it clear.

"I know, i know baby. I'm stupid to take that bet, at first it was a dare, minji dared me to ask you out. And i did—i did it to win the bet, but it was at the beginning now i reslly love you."

She reaches for your hands, but you move away from her.

"So you never loved me?"

"At first, I didn't, but now I do, and I love you so much." I was stupid to take it, but if I hadn't, I would never have met you!" She pleaded.

"So what? i should be thankful you took that dare? That you lied to my face?"

"No, i didnt mean it like that—"

Her arms clung to your body as you stood there silently, her heart aching even more.

"I don't think I can do this right now," you murmured, her grasp tightening even more.

"Yn, please dont do this to me. Please stay" her voice became more incoherent and her sobs echoed even louder as you felt her body shook.

But her pleading wails were in vain, as you pulled her away, leaving her on the floor as you slipped from her grip, as she saw you fade from her view.

That was two weeks ago.

You were doing well, or so you thought. Ever since you left Hanni crying outside the bar, it felt like you left a part of you. But after you convinced yourself that she never loved you, it became easier to pretend you hated her. It was a loop game with your mind whenever she lingered in your thoughts, you'd just whisper the words like a hateful mantra, it was a cheap reassurance. But if it kept her out of your head then it was worthwhile.

And ignoring her was easy for you; it was like practice makes it perfect, and you nailed it.

As you were ready to attend a night party with your friends you heard a knock on your door at first you hesitated, you never opened the door every time you heard the desperate knocks because you knew who it was.

but Minji's voice made you open it was a scoff on your face.

''Why are you here?''

“Can we talk?” She pleaded.

“What is there to talk about, i think we did thag in the bar two weeks ago.” I scoff.

“Its about hanni” she says

The sound of her name made my heart take its pace.

“Okay 20 minutes and you’re out the door.”

“Thank you,” she smiles.

“So what about her?”

She looks back at me with sheer concern in her gaze.

“I'm here because she hasn't been herself since two weeks ago. You are aware that she easily falls into a bad habit of drinking. We're worried because I believe she hasn't been sober for a single day since then.”

The thought of that ached my heart but i didnt want to.

“Yn, i know you hate her. But she dosent listen to us anymore and im here as a worried friend, im sorry for what ive caused but if you just listen to her just even just an ounce of your time then I’ll get out of your hair and leave you be, so please.”

And here i was stupidly looking for her in the bar the same place we met and the same place that ruined everything.

Not even a minute passed by but i saw her quickly than anyone ever could. But i stopped just a few blocks from her, i was hesitant, i didnt know if i could do this.

But eventually she saw me.

and at first hanni thought she was too drunk to see you standing infront of her but as she rubs her eyes she realized you were real breathing and standing in front of her.

and faster than the own beat of her heart she puts her arms around you and her head rested against your shoulder, the same scent she missed ever since she was surrounded by the bitter scent of alcohol and cigarettes, your fragrance made her safe.

''You're real'' she slurred.

the loud music became silent in your ears and all of a sudden all the unwelcome memories came rushing like a storm, her touch melted against yours, and for a second you almost fell for it again, but this time you couldn't be driven by your feelings.

You fight to break free from her hands, but her hold tightens even more, and then the panic began to rush into her body as you felt her body shake. and suddenly you heard small sobs come out her mouth.

''Don't leave me,'' her voice barely making out the words she said as she began sobbing louder.

you started to realize she was going to panic attack your hands hugged her back as you begin to stroke her back softly.

''Hanni, calm down'' you softly spoke.

Her cries became faint but her body still shooked and her grip was still tight.

I was in conflict, i didnt know what to do but i wanted to be out of this bar.

I intertwined her hands with mine, she followed without a fight.

As we were out the crowded and loud bar, we were now faced with silence that not a knife would got cut off. I didnt know where to start.

“Yn… I’m sorry—“

“I know hanni, but why?” I stammer, “You’re sorry but why did you choose to do it?”

I look back at her, tears streaming down my cheeks, how hard I tried to look her in the eyes without wavering, but I didn't have the power to do so, and in the end, I fell for it again, her gaze the same ones that I adored and that had this soft look even when she was intoxicated, I could tell it was the same ones I saw.

“I dont know,” she says.

It wasnt the answer i want but the only one i get. Maybe there really wasnt hope.

"I don't know, I was afraid to be proven wrong," she says back, "I was always told I was too soft for my own good, and I was afraid—fearful that it was true."

“Even though i was aware it was wrong, i was selfish.” She says “but i faced the biggest consequences in the end.”

“And that is?” I hesitantly ask.

“You,” she tells me “I lost you.”

“Yn… if you give me one more chance to prove to you—to prove to you that i do love you, ever since our first date together i wanted it out the bet, being with you felt so amazing that i was in so much guilty to take that dare and if i was given the chance to go back in time, i wish i met you without the dare.”

She sounded so sobered.

“You still can, han.”

Hope flickered in her eyes.

“Do you promise? Promise not to lie again?” I say

“I promise, never lying ever again, i swear.”

She says without hesitation no stutter.

I intertwine her hands against mine again as she clings to my arms, afraid i’d disappear again.

“Lets go home, han.”

#newjeans fanfic #newjeans #hanni #newjeans imagines #hanni x reader #hanni pham x reader

[yyawnjun]

SWEET MORNINGS

seungkwan x reader; 0.7k wc ; summary: a sweet morning moment with your new lifetime companion ; warnings ; fluff ; @kflixnet

the light in the room was warm, gently touching the stove and the counter near the kitchen sink. the calm of that moment perfectly reflected the peace in the soul; your breaths were slow, and your eyes still heavy from having just woken up.

your mind still wandered between dream and reality, and while you couldn't understand if it was just an illusion that your body had moved to the kitchen, you were sure that the boy you saw in front of you - intent on making breakfast - was real.

Seungkwan was wearing military green shorts and a loose white shirt that was quite transparent. you could very well glimpse his body under it. the defined muscles of his back, his shoulders were not too broad, but they were just enough to make his waist appear particularly thin. you looked up for a moment and noticed that his hair - warm red when touched by the sunlight - was still wet, and the droplets were slowly falling onto his shoulders.

he was tremendously attractive in your eyes.

so much so that you found yourself rubbing your eyes several times and pinching yourself to ensure it wasn't a dream.

he probably had music in his ears, and therefore hadn't noticed your arrival in the room - and you had preferred to stay and admire that magnificent figure in front of you.

you wanted to get closer, hold, or at least touch that boy whose beauty reminded you of a Greek statue. you wanted to hug him and be flooded with his scent. you wanted to touch his lips while your gazes remained locked for endless moments. but, while your thoughts wandered your body remained still admiring your husband.

you smiled as you thought that that boy, boo seungkwan, was your husband. that boy who was now busy preparing breakfast, and with whom you had spent the night together was "yours". that one boy you had fallen in love with years ago, and who had asked you to marry him a few days before.

you had been fantasizing about when, how, and if you would get married for a long time. you daydreamed about the moment he would see you in your wedding dress as you walked up the aisle...

...you were head over heels for that boy and were very certain that you wanted to spend your life with him when he asked you.

you had just returned home, and you had noticed his anxiety; you knew there was something he was keeping from you, but you never expected a marriage proposal at that moment.

after turning on the lights and noticing the white decorations within the house, you turned to look for explanations from seungkwan. however, you had to look down to see him kneeling, holding a tiny blue box, and staring at you.

"yn, will you marry me?" five words you will never forget.

your legs gave up at that very moment, making it difficult for you to nod and say, "yes, of course," before bending down and kissing him. as you smiled and kissed, tears ran down your faces. however, you heard confetti falling on you and people clapping and crying the next thing you knew: your entire group of friends joined you in celebrating. for you, everything in that moment became unforgettable.

as a result, you allow your thoughts to stray to your favorite moments. "earth, give a call! are you there, baby?" you were transported back to Earth by the sound of Seungkwan's voice. the first word that came out of your mouth without you even thinking about it was "husband seungkwan…" He sat down on a chair in front of you and said, "I love the way that word sounds from your lips." he made an effort to maintain a serious expression, but the color and smile on his face definitely suggested otherwise.

this was the first time you had addressed him like this. and it had surprised him to be doing it so effortlessly at such an early hour of the day. It took him a few minutes to calm down, but he was able to say: "and you're my wife huh" and your heart began to race as you blushed and found yourself the one staring at the boy.

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[megthemewlingquim]

Morpheus scolding a "yn" close friend or loved one for pulling an academic all-nighter.

time flies.

Summary: You've worked all night, doing a task for The Dreaming. Morpheus finds you at your desk at an ungodly hour.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I will not be writing any huge spoilers; I have read the entire Sandman series from start to finish, but I will not give away anything that you don't already know (assuming you've seen Season 1).

It's a dark but peaceful night outside of Dream's castle. The sky is a very dark blue, starless but still lovely. The air about the Dreaming is a gentle breeze, and it's warm outside, as if summer is in full swing.

Morpheus is in a pleasant mood, it seems.

The castle itself, towering over everything else within the Dreaming, is a beautiful structure. The lights inside are a strong gold color, and they cut through the dark.

You've been in the Library of Dreams for a long while, working tirelessly on a task that Lucienne had given you. You're her apprentice — currently studying and remembering some of the titles in the Library.

A large, leather bound book sits open on your table. Next to you stand tall bookshelves, filled with countless books of numerous sizes and colors. You write in this book in front of you, filling out names of mortal authors from long ago and the books they never wrote.

G.K Chesterton.... A.A Milne.... Edgar Allan Poe... William Shakespeare...

"What're yeh doing still here?" asks a gruff voice behind you.

You turn around in your chair and see Merv Pumpkinhead, a sentient jack-o-lantern pumpkin dressed in scarecrow clothes, smoking a cigar. His eyes, for once, are not narrowed — instead, they are open in concern.

"Ah, hi, Merv," you say sleepily. "I'm... writing things down. Lucienne wanted me to study things."

"Yeah, uh, that was a couple hours ago," Merv says. He puffs at his cigar. "Maybe you should get some sleep, huh? Lucienne wouldn't want you to stay up so late. And neither would the Boss Man."

You smile at that. Morpheus.

"What do you think he's doing? Does he need sleep?"

"Who? Boss Man? I dunno, kid. I've never seen him sleep, if that helps your question. But I know you need sleep. That book will be there when you wake up tomorrow." Merv pauses, then continues, awkwardly, "Er, hopefully, it will. Sometimes things are... eaten... by whatever apparitions decide to wander the halls here, late at night..." Quickly, he perks up again. "But! I'm sure it'll be here when you get back here tomorrow morning?"

"It's alright, Merv," you mumble with a smile. "I'll go to bed. I just want to finish a couple more of these, try to rack my brain for any others I might've missed."

Merv sighs. "Alright, kiddo. Suit yourself. I'll leave you be. Just be sure to get some sleep, alright?"

"Alright," you grin. "G'night, Merv."

"Night." Merv takes his leave of you, the only evidence he was ever there is some cigar smoke still lingering in the library.

You turn back around and get back to work. All is silent in the Library, aside from the sound of your pen scratching the paper.

Christopher Marlowe... Jane Austen... J.R.R Tolkien... C.S Lewis...

Your eyes are glued to the paper, your mind racing. You're writing as fast as your mind can think, testing yourself with how many names you can remember.

Suddenly, your mind blanks. Your hand hovers over the paper, the pen in hand. You furrow your brow for a minute, your lips moving soundlessly in an attempt to go over each author you've written down.

You get to St. John the Divine of Patmos when the candle lights flicker all at once, dimming for a time and then coming back up to their full strength. Looking up, you hear another voice speak:

What are you doing here, at this hour?

Morpheus — Dream of the Endless — is standing beside you, looking down at your work, a hand on the chair you're sitting in. His voice is so soft, it doesn't startle you.

"I was... working."

Morpheus blinks. You're exhausted.

"Am I?" you say, trying to shrug off the tiredness that hangs on you. "What time is it?"

It's late, says Dream. Time has no meaning for him. Everyone else is asleep. Mervyn, Matthew, Cain and Abel... even poor Lucienne.

You think on this. If even Lucienne is asleep, it really is an ungodly hour...

What are you working on? Dream asks. What are you writing?

Wordlessly, you show the book to him. He reads over it, and his brow furrows.

You're awake... over this? Dream crouches down to and faces you, his starry eyes filled with worry. You poor thing. This is not needed. Did Lucienne ever check up on you?

"No," you say, truthfully. "But, I know why. She was too busy with the census. That's alright though, I don't mind being here. It's relaxing." You perk up. "But... Merv came to see me, just a few minutes ago."

The tiniest hint of a smile comes up over his face. Indeed? What did he say to you?

"That I should go to bed," you say.

And he was absolutely right. I think this can wait, don't you? Dream gestures with a perfectly manicured hand towards the huge leather book. Then, he lowers his hand and places it on your own.

I miss you, my love, he says gently, his voice now laced with longing. Come to bed.

How could you say no to that?

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[buckysxgal]

OH [18+]

Massacre Soldier Killer x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Killer and YN are close friends and Killer trusts them enough to show them his face. The reaction he gets is unexpected to say the least. Unexpected but not unwelcome.

Prompt: “I’m so so sorry oh my god I should definitely not have done that I’m so so sorry I-“ “name” “I’m just so-“ *pulls them by their shirt and kisses them again and the other character is like oh OH*

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Oral Sex (f receiving), Size Kink, Penetrative Sex, Killer calls the reader 'darling' and 'doll'.

A/N: This was not supposed to be a smut, but I wrote this at 1:30 a.m. so... Also I found the prompt on Pinterest but it cut off who posted the prompt originally, if you know who did please let me know so I can credit them appropriately

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I was practically vibrating from my place on the edge of Killer’s bed. He closed the door and turned around to look at me, letting out a soft chuckle I had to strain to hear. We’d been friends ever since I joined the Kid Pirates, slowly over time I fell for the masked man.

“I don’t think its that big of a deal darling.” He muttered, unclicking the clasp in his mask. I stood up from his bed and walked closer to him.

“It’s the biggest deal Kil, it means you trust me enough to show me your face.” I smiled up at him. His hands paused. He may have still had the mask on but I could tell he was looking down at me.

As I stared up at the mask, I couldn’t help but wonder what to expect. I knew his skin was slightly tanned and that his hair was blonde but that was about it. Did he have brown eyes? A big nose? A wide smile? There were endless thoughts going through my mind trying to piece together what this man might look like. He continued on, moving to lift his mask off his face. Little by little his face was revealed to me.

A strong jawline.

Lips tainted purple.

A sharp nose.

Eyes, large and blue.

Bangs hanging slightly over his eyes.

The mask was now fully off, he placed it on the dresser beside him. As if my body was moving on its own, I launched myself onto him pressing my lips hungrily to his, before I gave him any chance to respond or push me away, I pushed myself away pressing myself into his door.

“I’m so so sorry oh god I should not have done that. I’m so sor-“ I stumbled over my words. I finally got to see the man behind the mask and I may have just messed up this whole thing. I was never going to get to see this mans face again, his beautiful face. I kept my eyes trained on

“Y/N” his voice was horse.

“I’m just so sorr-“ before I was able to finish my sentence Killer grabbed onto my shirt and pressed his lips to mine heatedly.

Oh.

OH.

I quickly reciprocated the kiss, leaning up on the tips of my toes, hands gripping onto his shirt. His hands moved from my shirt to cup my cheeks. As the kiss deepened, he bent down slightly, shifting his hands from my face down to my thighs and lifting me onto his hips, I wrapped my legs around his large waist and hooked my ankles behind his back.

This was better than any dream.

I sighed into the kiss and moved my own hands to the back of his neck. I pulled back, looking down at Killer from my position. I was suddenly aware of his large hands squeezed against my outer thighs.

I leaned back down, connecting our lips feverishly. He turned around and pushed me into the wall. He ran his tongue against my bottom lip and at the same time moved a hand to my ass and squeezed causing me to open my mouth in a moan. He moved his tongue into my mouth, licking into it.

He broke the kiss and began leaving open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I bared my neck to him, giving him easier access, moaning out.

“Fuck Kil~” I groaned out at he bit down on my neck, quickly running his tongue over the mark.

BANG.

The door flung open and hit into the wall.

“Hey Killer, I need- Oh” Kid. Killer pulled away from my neck, huffing slightly. He turned his head to look towards our captain and I could only imagine the look on his face. I looked over at the Captain who had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well well well, what do we have here.” He said in a mocking town. Killer waved his hand towards the door.

“Get out Kid.” His voice was hoarse. Fuck. My hips moved involuntarily at the sound of his voice, hoarse and laced with aggression at being interrupted. Killer whipped his head back to me and raised his eyebrow at me.

“Have fun kiddos!” Kid yelled as he slammed the door shut with a laugh.

Killer shifted his focus back to me, looking down to see that I was now moving my hips in an attempt to get any sort of friction. He smirked and leaned in close to my ear.

“Do you like my voice that much doll?” He nipped at my ear. I let out a moan as his mouth continued its journey down my neck, nipping at my collarbone. He grabbed onto the zipper of my sweater and began taking it off.

“You’re wearing nothing underneath this doll...” He groaned out, raising his hand to flick his thumb across my nipple.

“Mmm… Kil~” I whimpered. He slid my sweater off and maneuvered me down onto the floor. He hooked his thumbs into the side of my leggings, pulling them down and helping me step out of them. From his place on the floor, he ran a finger over my clothed center, hooking my legs over his shoulders. I bit my lip and covered my mouth with the back of my hand, holding in what I expected to be a particularly loud moan. Killer looked up at me.

“Don’t hold back the moans doll… please.” I nodded and took my hand away from my mouth, instead placing my hand on his head. Killer moved my underwear to the side and focused his finger on my clit. I clenched around nothing and let out a whimper.

“Please Kil.” I looked down at him. He made eye contact with me as he connected his mouth with my clit, moving his finger down to my entrance. Maintaining eye contact with me he began suckling on my clit. My mouth fell open with a groan.

“Oh, fuck Kil~” I moaned out, chest heaving. He slid two fingers into my entrance and curled them, reaching spots in me I could never hope to reach myself. He began alternating between pumping his fingers and curling them to rub against the spongy spot within my core. He pulled away from my clit slightly.

“You taste so good doll~” I tightened my grip in his hair and pulled slightly. He returned his attention to my clit, licking it a few times before sucking it into his mouth. I arched my back off the wall, feet digging into his back. His fingers began rubbing against my g-spot as his tongue continued its assault on my clit.

I pushed his head further into my cunt, rutting against his tongue. He groaned into my clit and began moving his fingers quicker.

“Kil I- I’m gonna… Killerrr.” I squealed out as he sucked hard on my clit. My core fluttered around his fingers and I felt a white-hot pleasure burn through my body. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, licking up my release. I let out a pathetic moan and grinded my core against his tongue.

I attempted to shove his head away. He moved back as my legs loosened up. He moved my legs off his shoulders and wiped his mouth with the back of his hands. He moved his hands up to grip my waist, as he stood to his full height, he pulled me up with him, guiding me to his bed. He laid me down and removed his shirt and began removing his belt. I bit my lip and spread my legs, exposing my bare cunt to him.

“Come fill me Kil~” He groaned and quickly removed his pants, pulling on my legs to move me so that my ass was at the end of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and hooked them onto his shoulders, he removed his hands, trusting me to keep my legs where they were. He grabbed onto his hard shaft and pumped a few times before placing the tip at my core, the tip entered in and I arched my back off the bed and moaned. He continued pushing in as I squirmed.

“S’big.” I whined as he bottomed out.

“Yeah?” He said grinning. I nodded.

“Hng, I feel so full Kil~” I whimpered out. He pulled out slightly before slamming back in as I let out a guttural moan. Killer began moving his hips, bullying his cock into me. He moved a hand up to tweak my nipple and pushed my legs so that they were against my chest.

“You got another one in you doll?” He asked, voice strained. I nodded and moaned out, clenching around his cock.

“Wanna be on top Kil.” I said as I looked up at him. He groaned and pulled out, shifting our position so that I was sitting on his hips and he was laying on his back. I lifted up and sunk down on his cock, both of us letting out matching moans. Killer gripped onto my hips, helping me move on his cock.

“Come on babydoll, cum on my cock.” I moaned, moving my hips faster against him. He moved a hand to rub my clit with his thumb as I threw my head back, letting out stuttering moans as I rode him like my life depended on it.

“Gon’ cum Kil.” I moaned out.

“Cum for me baby, come on.” He said as his fingers began circling my clit faster.

"Yes, yes, yessss~" My cunt clenched around him as I drenched his abs and hand.

“Fuck” Killer groaned out. He grabbed my waist and snapped his hips up into mine, bouncing me on his cock as he chased his own orgasm. He sat up quickly pulling me closer to him by the hips.

“Cum for me Killer.” I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“Where do you-”

“Inside me Killer, please.” I groaned into his neck as his hips stuttered.

“Fill me up.” I left kisses against his neck.

“Wan’ your cum.” I whimpered pathetically. He let out a loud groan as his hips snapped up into mine harder. He slammed his hips up and held the position as he unloaded his cum into me. My cunt fluttered around him again. I leaned back and took a moment to look at Killer. He was breathing heavily, and looked up at me. He cupped his hand on the back of my neck and brought me into a soft kiss.

“If I had known showing you my face would’ve led to this I would’ve done it years ago.” I giggled at his comment and smacked his chest. He lifted me off his softening cock and laid me down on the bed. He stood up and made his way to the connected bathroom, perks of being First Mate. I heard him rummaging through a drawer and water running. I snuggled into his bed, taking in the smell of him. He returned from the bathroom with a damp towel, he grabbed my leg softly prying them open and running the towel gently against my core and inner thighs.

I looked at him from my spot and smiled softly. I moved my hands to brush his bangs back.

“Such a gentle giant” I whispered. His cheeks flushed as he continued focusing on cleaning up our mess. Once he was done he laid down beside me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer.

“I am serious doll, I should’ve done this years ago.” He muttered against my hair.

“And I should’ve listened to Kid years ago.” I muttered back. I could feel him grin against my hair, his hand rubbing soft circles on my back as I drifted off to sleep.

#Massacre Solider Killer x Reader #Killer x Reader #One Piece x Reader #18+ #18+ mdni #mdni #One Piece Killer x Reader #OP Killer x Reader #Killer x Reader smut

[thepaintedlady00]

Hey i love your storys with morpheus and i would love a story about morpheus x wife reader how he would react to his wife giving birth and getting to hold their child for the first time 🥰🥰

Absolutely! I think Dream would honestly kind of be the type to freak out a little. This kind of thing is a very touchy subject for him, he'd be so scared at first but the second he gets his hands on that baby he'd done for! 🥺😍

Dream paced in the long hallway, listening to your pained noises and quiet pleas of his name. He'd been too afraid to enter your birthing chambers. Too afraid that his presence would somehow bring ruin upon you and your unborn child. He was a coward and the guilt only made him more afraid that once he did enter you'd not want him there at all.

"DREAM OF THE ENDLESS!" You screamed. "GET YOUR SULKING PALE ASS IN HERE NOW!"

With a sigh he obeyed you, quickly opening the door and hurrying to your side. You smiled at him, reaching out to take his hand. He kissed your fingers, wiping a cold hand over your face, covered in a sheen of sweat. "Forgive me, darling. I was-"

"You were nervous," you answered for him. "I know. I could practically feel you wearing down the floors from here."

He chuckled, holding onto your hand tighter. "I am sorry."

"Don't be. I just wanted you to be here, with me."

"I will not leave your side, you have my word."

The labor wasn't too difficult in the end, though it was long and uncomfortable. Dream ultimately made things easier, making sure you had everything you needed in the blink of an eye and giving you every ounce of courage and support that he could. After one final powerful push, the cries of your child echoed in the room, and both yours and Dream's eyes were glued to the newborn babe being lovingly wrapped in a soft blanket and handed to you.

The dream acting as your delivery doctor smiled. "It is a girl, my lord."

"A girl," he breathed, gently reaching over to touch her raven hair. "My baby girl."

You cried tears of joy, petting your sweet child's cheeks and whispering soft words of reassurance and love to her. After a moment you looked up at your husband and carefully offered her to him. "I think she wants to see her father."

He was nervous. He'd not held a baby since his son was born and even then he was... uncomfortable. The tender look in your eyes made him feel safe though, made him feel trusted. Dream cradled his daughter in his arms, looking down at her wide blue eyes full of wonder and starlight as she looked at him. "Hello, little one," he whispered as her hand curled around his finger and took a stronghold of his coat. "You are perfect my little star. Absolutely perfect."

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[dumbfloweralive]

The salvation of humanity

Chapter 8: Crisis of faith.

Morpheus x (f) reader

Warning: violence, fire, blood, death, killing, angst and a lot of tears with a crisis of faith.

Masterlist

You used the red’hot poker to move the wood inside the fireplace, placing a second one inside. The night was cold and all of you needed to get warmer. The dog was sleeping next to you as you sat in the sofa near the fireplace, keeping the watch, examining the books laying next to you. . All of them were about demons and magic and stuff. 

Honestly, you find her flat quite messy. 

A long moan came from behind you, and you turn on yourself to see Johanna emerging from her sleep after, probably a nightmare. 

Dream was watching her, waiting for her to talk about what he was looking for. After you had entered the room, seeing everyone exhaustion, you had mentioned that everyone should rest before speaking about anything else.

She stood up, looking at Dream.

“For fuck’s sake.” she said under her breath.

You took one of the book and start reading. 

Johanna and left at the other room, full of her antiquities. Dream joined her.

“My grandma, she used to tell me stories about you.” she told him.

“I have known your family for centuries.”

“Well, then you should know that none of us can be trusted.”

Dream didn’t answer to her, only keeping his gaze on the woman. 

“What do you want with me, then?” she asked, lowering her eyes. 

“Something of mine came into your possession. A leather pouch filled with sand, i need it back.”

“Oh, that was yours? Bought it at an estate sale years ago. Didn’t even manage to get the drawstring open.” she answered.

“Where is it?” Dream asked, impatient. 

“No idea. Could be anywhere.”

“We must find it”

“Why is that” she continued and Dream draw closer to her.

“Because without it my realm will cease to exist and if the dream disappears then so will humanity.”

“No offence but… I could do without dreams. Didn’t have a decent night in a while.”

“Nor will you, if we don’t find it.” Dream told her. 

They were stopped by loud knocking on the front door that vanished as fast as they arrived. You had stood up from your place, moving closer to the door.

“I hate these things” Johanna said.

You looked by the Judah, but there was nothing nor anyone to be seen.

“They are gone” you said, returning to the sofa. 

Johanna moved back to her office, followed by Dream. 

“You were dreaming, but it wasn’t just a dream. It was a memory” Dream told her, and she stood still.

“No wonder you do not sleep. I can make it go away.” he continued.

“Only if i found your sand back.” She said, her tone more of an affirmation than a question.

Dream looked around her place, where all her stuff seemed crowded. 

“Though finding anything in this place may require more magic than even you can muster.” he commented. 

You had fallen asleep on the sofa, the book you were reading lying open on your chest while Johanna was looking for the sand and Dream were supervising her movement, making sure she would not represent a threat. Dream had sense you falling asleep, it was his duty to make sure you remain safe. 

“Why do Human love objects so much”

“They do come handy, sometimes.” She answered, fidgeting, an ancient object she had surely retrieved. 

“You seem pretty attached to your sand.” she said, looking at Dream.

“It’s not just an object, it’s a part of me.”

“If it’s a part of you, how come you lost it?” she asked, moving to black furniture with many drawers.

“It was stolen by another magic user called Burgess.” he said, this time his voice sounded bitter.

Johanna returned to him surprised. She knew that name, a horrific so-called mage, his family terrorize the magic user.

“Wait. Not Roderick Burgess? The old demon king himself?”

Her curiosity was showing.

“Everyone used to say he was a fake. Said he had the devil locked up in his basement. How the fuck did you…” She looked at Dream and the truth hit her. She knew as he stared at her with anger and pain.

“Shit” she came closer to him.

“It wasn’t the devil he had locked up in his basement, was it?” She said, carefully.

“You were down there. All this time.” she continued.

Dream eyes fall to the ground before he noticed something. A picture of Johanna and another woman. She looked happier. 

“Is this you?” he asked, showing her the picture.

“Why? Do i look different? Younger?” 

“No. Happy.”  

Sadness filled her eyes before she realized. The sand must have stayed at the old refugee camp. 

“Shit, i know where your sand is.”

She explained to Dream where she had left it. The place filled with mutants, the place they came to in the first place. Y/N needed to know, Dream thought. But he didn’t want to wake you up.

“How did you escape? After all these years, trap with no power, how did you do?” Johanna asked Dream, and he unconsciously turned to his little human. It didn’t take long for Johanna to understand what it means. 

“She free you?”

“She did” he confirmed her idea.

“That must have created some heck of a bond between you two.” She said. 

It must have been, an Endless trapped for century, saved by a woman. Now, travelling with each other. 

Dream wasn’t overly happy to hear that. He didn’t want to hear about bonding, he didn’t need to bond with any human. Let alone this Hob Gaddling. Stupid Hob, waiting for him.

“What is she doing here now? With you, i mean.”

“She helped me. She brought me to you, i couldn’t have done it without her against these mutant.” he said. 

He knew he couldn’t have done it without her anyway, regardless of the context. If it weren’t for you, he would still be trapped in this cage.

Johanna looked over your sleeping figure, envious of your sleep.

“Lucky one, not having nightmares.”

Dream remembered the night he has spent with you, all these nightmares you had. Even the one he could feel despite his prison. Your nights were filled with them. Terrifying nightmares.

“She does have them” he said to Johanna. 

“Most of the time i just protect her from it, so she could rest.” he continued, observing the dog and you, as you took a deserved nap.

“The heck of a bond you created.” Johanna commented, seeing Dream eyes observing you, caring. Something he didn’t even notice himself.

He took the book resting open on your chest. One of Johanna books about mythologies. He made sure to mark the page where you had stop before putting the book near your bag.

“Y/N is no believer. She doesn’t believe who i am, nor she believes i was trapped for over a century.” He said. 

“She used to believe, though.” He whispers more to himself. 

Dream decided to let you sleep a little more before telling you about what Johanna had revealed and talk about the plan. In any case, he knew it was far too dangerous to move at night.  

“Get some rest too, we have a long day tomorrow.” he said to Johanna.

She left to her office, finding a place where to sleep alone.

Dream sat near the fire, waiting, impatient to find back a part of his power, impatient to prove to you that he wasn’t lying.

Three hours pass by. Dream decided to woke you up knowing you were fully rested now. He moved closer to your sleeping form and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N” he said softly, shaking your shoulder. 

You groan in answer before opening your eyes and sitting on the sofa as fast as possible.

“Did something happen? Is anyone hurt?” you ask Dream.

“No, everything is fine.” he said, ducking on the ground, facing you, his hand resting on your knees.

“What is then?” you said, relaxing your body on the back of the sofa.

“Johanna and I talk. She knows where my sand is, she left where the magician hold their base.”

“Fuck” you mutter, remembering the crowd of mutants there. You whipped your face with your hand, thinking. That was the worst outcome possible. For a pouch of Sand, you would be facing mutants. But you were doing it for Dream. That was enough to convince you. 

Shit, why did you have to appreciate him so much so fast? Why did you have to care for him so much? 

“Do you have a plan?” he asked, rising from his foot and sitting next to you, petting the dog. 

A plan. What plan? You would be running in a place you didn’t even know, full of mutants. There was no plan to be made.

“ Look, under such circumstances there is no plan. We are going to advise step by step.” you said, looking at him.

“If it were human, we could have spoken to them. We are going to a place we don’t know, with mutant everywhere. We can’t make plan without further information.”

Dream nodded thoughtful. Tomorrow would be either a great outcome or, a failure. But he couldn’t fail. Yet, he didn’t want to risk that anything to happen to you. After your small talk in the train and the way he had felt reassured in the train by your presence and the dog, he truly tried to trust you and so far, it had work, the little voice inside his head more silent about the subject. Plus he remembered the talk he had with Oscar, for some reason he didn’t feel like facing the man.

Once he would have the sand, he will be reassured, able to understand you truly. 

Morning come by quickly. The rest of the night had been used to the preparation of guns, knives, Molotov cocktail and other handmade stuff, Dream had felt curious about their use. Your backpack was full of stuff. Soon, it was time to go. 

The crew you made start pacing around the city to join the ancient camp of the magician now full of mutants. 

You walked carefully, finding somewhere to enter inside. A small branches was found nearby, and you were inside. The most complicated part was yet to come.

You will have to be quiet, fast and careful. 

The things started to be more complex when you had entered inside the building and Johanna had kicked a bottle on the ground. Great first entry, you had thought has all of you were running to hide from the mutants. 

That’s how you had end up under a desk by Dream side. You had taken a rock in your hand and were ready to throw it when one of the mutants escalated the desk. Soon he was in front of you, and you had grabbed Dream arms, muttering him to not make a sound. You slowly raised your arms, paying attention not to kick anything while standing up, throwing the rock at the opposite side from the desk. 

The mutant moved in the direction of the noise, letting the path free. 

“I cover you” you said to Dream, urging him to get up while you took your gun, pointing it in the direction of all the mutants.

Johanna was beside the next desk. You let out your hand for her to take, putting her behind you, so she could follow Dream.

Slowly but surely, you passed the door, closing it as quietly as possible before exploring furthermore. 

Blood stained the floor and some part of the walls as, in the long corridors, corpses were scattered all along. The old smell of decomposition mixing with humidity, intoxicating everyone.

It was butchery.

You had no idea what had happened, but it went awfully wrong. You search on corpses for munition or weapon, but none of them had something beside knifes for some. This was definitely strange. 

“I’m going to throw up” Johanna said, you had no idea if she was joking or no.

She wasn’t here when all of it happen, leaving six months prior, leaving the woman she loved here. Johanna started to fear for her life. Perhaps she had left thought. She hoped. 

You walked along the corridors carefully, checking from time to time for munitions or guns. Not one again.

“They went through a massive attack from mutant yet none of them have weapon.” you said to them.

“They should have?” Dream asked you, watching one of the dead man.

“Definitely” you told him, adjusting your rifle in your hands.

“Let’s keep moving, Johanna, where are we going?” you asked, turning to her. Her white, elegant coat created a huge contrast with the blood on the floor and the corpses.

“Next on our left.” she said, moving behind you. 

You followed the direction, avoiding the most of the mutant. Surprisingly, you ended up in front of the arsenal. You opened the doors and find it empty. 

Something wasn’t right here. 

“Be careful, i don’t think we're alone here.” you warned them.

“You mean, beside the mutants?” Dream asked.

You nodded. 

At some point, you had arrived near the common space that was crowded of mutant. They were a lot of them. No way you could get through them without risking your lives.

Dream was crouching down in front of you and in front of the door. You moved close to him, close to his body, your arm taking support on the wall right above his head for you to take a look inside. 

Thankfully, the door you had to reach was right in front of you, at the other side of the room. You had an idea.

“I have two shots on this one, you run to the door when i said so, i’ll cover you” you said to Dream and Johanna.

They nodded, and you took a minuter you had in your backpack, setting it for one minute. You opened the door and throw the minuter at the other side of the room, before closing the door back. 

The ring bell and all the mutant start running forward.

“Go” you said, opening the door to them. 

As they were running, you took one of the cocktail Molotov you had prepared, lighting it before throwing away in the same direction of the mutants. 

Meanwhile, Dream and Johanna with the dog had arrived to find a door totally closed.

“Shit” she whispered, looking everywhere for a solution.

You arrived soon by their side, understanding quickly the issue.

“Fuck” you said, turning around to monitor the movement of the mutants, some were on fire, other screaming.

“What do we do” Dream said to you. 

“Find something, i’ll take care of them.” hoping they wouldn’t notice you. 

Johanna had found a crowbar and was trying to force the door with it.

“Come on” she said in hurry.

But some of the mutant had noticed you and were running towards you. You took your knife out, pulling your gun at the same time, just in case.

“Let’s go” you said to the dog who run toward one of them, jumping on him and ripping the throat off before going to another one.

You start moving to one, catching him by his neck, stabbing him through his eyeball, pushing it down on the floor, moving to the next one who end up with your knife in his jaw.

The next one run to you, and you pushed him on the ground with a kick, smashing his head with your boots now covered with blood. This one was an ancient infected, which mean whatever happened here wasn’t due to people coming back infected. 

Johanna had succeeded to open the door and was now calling for you. But the crowd start running back to your side as soon as they heard her.

You run to her, closing the door behind all of you. They were nothing around to block the door, beside a small plank of wood. The door was trembling, and soon it will give in. 

You were running away, passing the corner of the corridor, when you heard the door crashed against the walls and the mutants running after your group.

Then you noticed it, a door in front of you. That should be enough for the time to run away from them. 

Dream seemed to understood your thought, running to it, opening it. You stay behind, taking down some of them before running inside the room, closing shut the door behind once Johanna was inside. She stayed, holding the door;

The dog was growling at something and as you turned you saw a man physically twice stronger than Dream holding him from behind, choking him at the other side of the room. 

With the back of your rifle, you smashed the head of the man you apparently didn’t see you, and he fell face to the ground in a loud smash.

He wasn’t knocked out and as he started trying to get up, you moved to him, putting your boots covered with mutant's blood on the side of his head, holding him to the ground. The dog came closer to you, growling at the man face. 

The man tried to catch him, probably to hit him. As an answer, he felt your rifle on the side of his cheek, taking the security off. 

“Touch MY dog, and you're dead.” you said, your voice cold as hell. 

Dream didn’t the fact you had called the dog “yours” and he let you noticed it with a grin on his face.

“Your dog? Did you hear that, buddy?” he said, turning to the dog. 

You rolled your eyes on his comment.

“I’ve never said that” you told the dog.

Johanna had succeeded to keep the door shut, and from the other side of the door the sound of the mutant running in the corridors could be heard. 

That was a close one.

You took the man by his shirt, rising him on his knees, searching for weapon on him. He was full of them. Knives, munition, guns. Around his plank, you found rifles and other weapons.

“Look like you're pretty well-equipped.” you told him. He was now acting all kind, the dog showing his teeth, at the perfect height to take his throat off at any false movement. 

You looked over his stuff after making sure Dream was fine. 

“You know him” you asked Johanna. She looked at him.

“I don’t or i don’t recognize him” she said.

“You really are a bitch, Johanna” the man said.

“He knows you” you told her, your back facing him, turning the pages of one of the books you had find. 

“Look i won’t do anything, just leave when you can, i don’t have many ration food left and i’m starving” he said, and you looked at him and his figure before looking at the food can be opened. He didn’t look too starved. 

“Sure you are” you said in a mocking tone. He had assaulted Dream and try to do the same on the dog, you wouldn’t let that slide. 

“Care to tell us what happens here?” Johanna asked him.

His name is Jake, and he started speaking about some guys coming back infected from running supplies, how everyone start to lose their mind, family leaving, taking all the food, leaving the place with weapons. How he had ended up here, running away from the mutants. 

“He looks clean” Johanna told you. 

But you couldn’t stop thinking something was wrong in his story. Something didn’t fit.

You walked to him, telling the dog to go before pulling him on his feet and pushing him away with, smacking his shoulder with your fit.

“You got some nerve.” he said to you, referring to the way you treated him. 

“Right” you said, a sarcastic smile on your face. 

You sat on one of the tables, waiting patiently, listening to the man talking to Johanna giving of how he ended up here. The more he spoke, the more something felt off. Dream sat beside you, noticing how you were observing the man.

“You will kill him if you keep stabbing him with your eyes like that” he said.

“Something is off, nothing from what we witness make sense to his story.” you confessed to Dream, sharing your thoughts on him.

There were too many guns in the room. He had a fucking arsenal for himself, a safe place in all this mess, no sign of struggle, too much food. Jake didn’t even seem bothered to know all his friend were probably dead or mutant.

There was the presence of all this old mutants too. The more you thought of it, the more it felt wrong. You’ve been dealing with them since you were sixteen, you knew mutant and their custom. They didn’t grow this awful, covered with fungus over months. It takes years. And, even if they had entered somehow here, why would they be so many of them? Why would the soldier have no weapons?

You quit your place, walking toward the man. 

“So, how did the first infected entered exactly?” you asked, innocently.

He seems quiet for a moment, muttering on his words. 

“Kids had found a way through the gates. They came back, but it was too late.” He said, his voice sounding so lost and pitiful.

Kids or runner supplies? Johanna and you exchange a look.

“How long have you been here?” you continued, walking around the place. 

“Soon after, everything went wrong. Took refuge here with what i could. Never left out the room since” he said. 

He meant the food. A lot of it. Didn’t the family took the food with them? Now that you thought of it, you had seen mutants children in the place. 

But this wasn’t where he made the mistake.

“The guard had take guns from the arsenal, but they weren’t fast enough.” he added to his story. 

Such pretty lies, you thought. The guards had no weapon on them, and you had searched all of them. 

“Interesting” you said, walking away slowly to get out of sight. 

You had no idea why he was lying, nor what he did. But that wasn’t good.

The atmosphere in the room had shifted, being more tensed. Shit.

“Where did i mess up?” he asked, his voice going less sympathetic. 

You laugh.

 “You’re a pathetic liar, not even able to keep your story straight.” you commented, turning to face him. 

You called out for Johanna, who had back away from Jake.

“You're not getting out of this place, at list, not alive.” he said, raising his gun.

“What have you done?” you said. 

“What needed to be done, these monsters of magician deserved what happened to them. You’ll be the next one, Johanna.” He said.  

“Even the children?” you dare to ask.

“Collateral damage.” he said. 

“You attracted the infected here and locked them inside, taking all the guns and supplies, so everyone could either die or leave with nothing?” you said.

“You’re the smart one” he commented. You walked closer to him, taking his attention to you not one of your partners. 

“You will do as i say…” he started, but you cut him, not wanting to hear more about his shit.

“And if i don’t? You’re going to shoot me?” you said, teasing him.

“No. I will start with him.” he said, pointing his gun at Dream, threatening him. 

You took your gun in your hand and aimed for his head, then a loud shot was heard. 

“I don’t think so” you commented, watching his animated body falling on the ground, staining the ground with fresh blood. 

You had shot him dead in the eyes. 

“Did you kill him?” Dream asked, walking to you, watching the dead body.

“Yes. It was him or us.” you answered, looking at Dream. 

“I made my choice” you continued in a cold voice. 

Dream had seen you taking down these mutants easily, but he never thought you were capable of taking someone life this easy.

Yet, it was truly all of you or him. 

“This is not the old world Dream. Perhaps you have forgotten, but it’s like this now. To survive, you must do shitty thing.” You told him, holding his gaze on you. 

“I rather see him dead than see you with a bullet between the eyes.”

He didn’t know how it was like no. The man did try to kill him first, even causing the death of thousand in this place, even children. Perhaps it was how humanity were now. Survival above anything else. 

He didn’t know if you killing someone else felt right. Soon, once he will find his power back, he could understand humanity and what it was to live in this world from human point of view. He will understand. 

“You can be mad at me for killing him, it doesn’t matter, i’m protecting you, all of you” you finally said before taking weapons that were needed. 

Johanna was behind, thoughtful. She was scared for her ex-lover, fearing to see her dead figure crawling to her. 

“Come on Johanna, perhaps she wasn’t here any more.” you try comforting her. 

You needed to move now before the sound of the gunshot attract too many mutants. 

You left the room, looking over the dead body resting on the floor, taking a deep breath before leaving, closing the door behind. 

All of you ran upstairs, finding Johanna old floor quickly.

Close to the door that led inside her old place, it felt very different from the rest of the building. It was lightened, more clean and warm. Like the mutant never step a foot here. It felt like a dream.

Johanna opened the door, calling out for her friend. Nothing. She went to the bedroom, and you look around the small flat. It looked as perfect as new, a total contrast with the rest of the building. 

“That’s weird” you commented in a low voice.

You joined her in front of the bedroom, she was about to open the door. 

“You’ll be fine, whatever behind here” you try reassuring her. She nodded. She was tough.

Opening the door, you find yourself standing in front of a pretty room, inside laid a woman, asleep with a happy smile on her face. 

Dream was the first to step forward, walking at the side of the woman, watching her. You stay behind, watching the guard.

“Hey, it’s me” she said, whispering to the woman. 

“Johanna?” the woman asked, still half asleep. 

She grabbed her hand. 

“You came back” 

“I did” 

Before anything else happen, Dream moved to the woman in the bed, watching closely at her.

“I am sorry Johanna” he said, taking something out of the woman hold who started whimpering, pleading. 

“What?” Johanna whispered 

As he moved back, with a pouch in his hand, the illusion faded. All the flat turning to dust, revealing a cold and destroyed place, falling apart, crumbling on itself. The woman in the bed had changed too. She was no longer pretty, she looked dead. Not like one of the mutant, though. Her skin was stuck to her bones. Like in decomposing state. 

You looked over Dream, your eyes full of incomprehension, harsh.

“What did you do to Rachel?” Johanna asked, her voice broken on the last words. 

“It was the sand” Dream answered to her.

“That’s such a beautiful dream” you heard the one called Rachel whispered. You walked closer to the bed.

“What happened to her?” she asked Dream, more bitter. 

“The sand was never meant for humans” he said, observing one last the woman before walking away.

“Let’s go” he told you, and you looked at him worried. The nice Dream was gone again. Johanna had heard him.

“What? We can’t go, we can’t leave her like that.” she said, now angry.

“We can’t help her” Dream said in a Stoic voices, looking at you to get support. 

“The sand was the only thing keeping her alive” he continued, looking at Johanna.

But Johanna wasn’t ready to gave in.

“You have to do something” she said, walking to Dream, ready to confront him.

“If it wasn’t for your sand, she wouldn’t be like this.”

“I am not the one who left her with it” Dream said. That was too mean and low from Dream. You looked at him with horror. 

Johanna lost it.

“What is wrong with you?” she started shouting. 

“You wanted your sand back so that you could save all of humanity, well here she is” she said, pointing out at Rachel, whimpering in her bed.

She was expecting Dream to say something, but he didn’t. She continued.

“But we’re all just like Roderick Burgess to you. All you care about his your sand, your power.” a single tear rolled from her eyes.

“What’s the point of you?” she asked, not waiting for an answer.

“Well, you got your sand back. Why are you still here if you won’t help” she said, getting back to Rachel’s side. 

Dream looked at you, waiting for you to say something. But you had no comment to make. Dream had acted like he was a few days ago, closing up and being mean. You were disappointed with the thing he had said to her. 

Plus, you had witnessed something unimaginable and were still pretty in shock, remembering how the pretty flat and woman had turned into this. 

From the conversation you had just witnessed, Johanna believed Dream to be the god of Dream, Morpheus.

His eyes fall to the ground before he walked back to the bedside, carefully, afraid Johanna might snap. With all the mutant around, this was no place to snap.

“Wait outside” he said.

Johanna rolled her eyes, leaning closer to Rachel, whispering words you couldn’t hear from here.

Johanna, past your side, tears falling from her eyes, catching your hand to get comfort before leaving outside. 

You waited here, unaware of what would Dream do. 

“What are you going to do?” you asked him. 

“This” he said, opening the pouch of sand, taking a fist of it before slowly letting it fly away on Rachel. 

She gasped, and her body started to glow gold. You took a step back out of instinct, having no idea what just happened, but your brain, putting the pieces back together. 

What if he had told you the truth.

Slowly she passed away, looking happy. Dream turn his eyes on you, waiting for you to say something as you walked closer to the bed. You needed to touch the brain, so she wouldn’t come back as one of the mutants, just in case, and you did, moving her head backwards. 

“Sorry” you said in a whisper, before taking your knifes out, doing the job. 

You took a step back. 

Silence lingered and you looked at Dream. 

“We need to find Johanna.” you told him, walking away, sort of scared.

“Y/N wait” he said. He had called out for you, noticing how lost you were. He had never seen you like that, even when thing didn't work out, you had found a way. 

Dream knew something will change once you realized he was speaking the truth. It’s just, he didn't expect that.

Dream repeated your name, closing the gap between you two, taking your smaller hand in his. You looked back at him, glimpse of memories from his imprisonment and feelings ruching to you.

He was naked, curled up on a cold floor inside a rituals circle. Humiliation.

Then you saw him inside that glass bowl, speaking with an old man who looked crazy. He wanted his powers and gifts from him. Roderick Burgess wanted his son back from the dead. Even a fool knew dead don't come back.

 Then you saw Dream, feeling relief rising up from his position, his hand reaching out to a raven, Jessamy. A shot was heard, and the glass stained in red as hope leave Dream eyes, replacing by grief, sadness. Alex, Roderick Burgess son, had shoot Jessamy. He looked regretful, but walk away with the corpse. 

Then Roderick Burgess die, cracking his skull open on Dream prison. Finally, he would be free, the son of Roderick Burgess would free him. But no, he walked away on him and Dream anger could have destroyed anything if he weren’t imprison. He was disappointed.

Alex came back, offering Dream freedom in exchange, assuring he would stay safe, that Dream wouldn't murder him or his lover. But Dream didn't want to accept and even if he wanted, he couldn't speak. He stayed quiet. 

The same scenarios happened, over and over again for the last century until the last time, at the eve of the apocalypse, Alex saying Dream would spend the rest of his life here alone since he didn't act on the agreement he wanted. 

Dream stayed alone for 7 years, entirely alone until you came rescue him.

You had witness all of it in a fragment of a second, your heart shattered in a thousand pieces, as you hold his hand in yours. 

Dream, for the first time since his imprisonment, could witness people memories, starting with yours.

 He saw your chaotic childhood, the death of your father, how Oscar was taking care of you, how you had sacrificed your childhood, the beginning of the apocalypse, starting from your point of views, the first man you had killed after he had tried to rape you, how Oscar had hold you tightly against him after this moment. You were sixteen. He even witnessed the moment you had found him and all the feeling between, knowing finally you would keep him safe. 

You take your hand off from him, overwhelmed by all of this, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. The God were cruel. He was saying the truth, and you didn't believe him. You had the proof of the divine, yet it was a heartbreak. It was real.

It didn't felt right. Why would Dream had to went through this for a century and other Gods let that happened. How could a god be imprisoned?

You back away from Dream, who had tried to reach for you once again, wanting to explain everything properly. 

But he didn't get the time. You turned your back, shacking, running away from him. Running from this place. 

His heart burned. You couldn't let him down. Not you. He tried focusing on your feeling and thought, but find himself overwhelmed by all the thought around. He needed to focus. Furthermore, he hadn’t done this in years.

Dream was left alone with Johanna. 

"She will come back. She cared about you, that just a lot to take for someone who used to believe." She said. 

Dream felt her sadness and bitterness. She had all right to be mad at him, but he was doing all of it for a reason. 

Dream catch Johanna before using his sand to moved out of this hell with her, unable to find you. He would wait for you to come back. Meanwhile, he had some talk to do with Johanna.

You had run away, killing mutant in the way before finding a broom closet, breaking down inside. The dog had his head nest around your neck, comforting you. 

A Thousand of question running in your head. The Gods existed in plural. Dream was one of them, you knew now, you had seen it, understand it, felt it. He had told you the truth since the beginning, and you cast it away. 

The God had been cruel to him. Leaving him like this. Cruel for everything. If everything happened for a reason, these reason were messed up. How could they act like this. How could they let a simple human as Roderick Burgess ruin his life for a century.

Your forehead resting in the palm of your hand, sobbing hard in the dog neck.

You were made at them for what they did to you as a kid and whale growing up, made at them for what they did to humanity. Angry at them for leaving Dream alone for a thousand years.

The dog start licking the tears falling from your cheeks. You run your hands alongside his neck.

"You're a good boy" you told him, your head resting in his neck.

You couldn't let down Dream. Not after all of this, when the Gods had let him down and were leaving him alone, even after the Burgess were long gone. Dream didn't even get his chance to revenge. 

No, you will not let him.

"Let's go" you told the dog, opening the closet and leaving outside. 

Returning to the room, you find it empty. You find your way back through the place and find them outside, speaking, recovered from the rain. Johanna was leaving.

Dream knew you were here, he turned to you. You run to her, catching her under the rain, close to her body to take refuge under the umbrella. 

"Take this" you said, handing her a map with a cross.

"If you ever get tired of being alone, come tu us, you will be safe there" you told her.

"If I am not here the day you choose to come, say you come from me." You continue and she hugged you.

"Thank you, I'll think of it" She said, and you turned away, walking back to Dream side.

You lean against the wall facing him, away from the rain.

"I think we need to talk." You said.

"I didn't think you would come back" He said, ignoring what you had said.

You were about to apologize, but he continued.

"But you did" He said, closing the gap between the two of you.

"I am sorry, Dream. For what they did to you, for not believing you."

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"I should have come sooner in the basement, I should have known better and..." He cut you, his hand landing on her head, caressing your hair, like you did with him once. 

"You couldn't know. But you came in the end, every time" He commented, referring to you coming back to him now, coming to save him in the basement.

"I'm sorry for what humanity did to you." You told him, getting closer to him. 

"And, I should have believed you" you continued.

"It's okay. You didn't hurt me, you believe me now. " He said, his hand falling from your hair to your arm, taking your hand back in his. 

"Dream, I want to know more about all of it" you confessed to him. 

"I'll tell you, promise" He said, focused on the feeling of your hand against his, enjoying the warmth of your close body.

"Where are we going next?" You asked. 

His gaze returned to your eyes, and he moved closer, if it were even possible. 

"I can't bring you where I am going next." He told you, almost disappointed. 

"Why not?" You asked.

"Because I am going to Hell" He answered. 

"Oh" was all you could say.

"I'll bring you home first, I made a promise." He said, remembering what Oscar had told him. 

He let go of your hand, and it felt almost painful, then he started to get downstairs, but you grabbed his sleeve.

"Will I see you again?" You asked, worried this would be your last meeting. 

"Of course, we still need to find my ruby then" He said, his hand moving to your hair, replacing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You had felt through his memories the need he felt to be held and touched by someone. And once again, you moved closer to him. 

"Dream?" You called for him. He nodded, letting you know he heard you, and you continue.

"Can I do something?" You ask, a bit shy.

"Yes" He said, and you moved close to him, setting your arm over his shoulder, dragging his body to yours. His head went resting on your shoulder, his arms around your waist, he held you close to him. Never Dream thought he would like being held like this, but he enjoyed it. He felt relief.

"I won't abandon you" you told him before breaking the embrace. 

"Thank you, let's get you home now" He said with a small smile on his face. 

He was so pretty.

Hello everyone! I actually never thought i would posted this part today. Though i needed for some reason you will find out soon enough! 

I hoped you will like this part. Notice how reader ins’t exactly perfectly nice. Let me know if you have any advice or ideas or thought on the chapter. I will do my best to work better next time.

Thank you once again for all the support💪

See you very soon, love you all!🤎

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[kitkatpadywaks]

In Another Universe

Mini-Series: Part 4/?

The Ever Elusive.

Pairing: Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Story: Dancing With The Devil (Alternate path from the end of part 2 of the story onwards)

Warnings: Third Person. Will Mostly Be Referred To As She (Called Y/N When Her Nickname Is Being Used and Will Occasionally Be Called By Her 'Angel' Name). She Has Kids. Major Daddy Issues.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Major Spoilers for the Story (Klaus Mikaelson fic), like this existing spoils the mystery of who my character is as well as her character arc.

This will also be posted to my Wattpad.

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Y/N sits at one of the many tables in The Dreaming's library. Flicking through a book belonging to a man who survived a fatal accident, according to his girlfriend's book anyway, she had yet to read anything that would suggest the accident would have been fatal. She closes the book, carefully placing it on the table in front of her, instead of slamming it down in frustration like she had done the first few times she hadn't found anything, causing Lucienne to scold her quite vigorously, much to Raphael's amusement.

A heavy sigh leaves her mouth, annoyed as it was the 436th accident someone had 'miraculously' survived and she had yet to see any obvious indication of her father's influence. It made her wonder, out of all the universes, why was he laying low in this one? Was it all the different immortals, all the different ancient powers, making him more cautious? If that was the case, surely he would just leave, but no. He stays. Why?

"I can see the cogs turning in your mind from here."

The Angel jumps in her seat, annoyed but also proud of how good Lucienne had gotten at sneaking up on her. She smiles tiredly at the librarian as she puts away the books she was carrying on the bookshelf next to her.

"How many have you gone through?"

Y/N picks up a book from one of the many piles stacked on the table. "This will be the 437th." She sighs again, "Where's Raph?"

"Sleeping. Like you should be." Lucienne gives her a stern look as she sits down in the chair opposite the woman. Set on trying to convince her to go to the room Lord Morpheus set up for her a few hours after she arrived in The Dreaming, almost three months ago.

The Angel waves her hand, dismissing the statement. "I don't get it."

"Get what?"

"What is my father doing, or not doing in this case? Everywhere Raph and I have been, we've always been able to physically track him, or find someone who met him. Interacted with him. But now? Nothing!" She throws her hands in the air, "I don't get it. What's changed?" Lucifer drags her hands over her face, "Sorry. I didn't mean to rant at you."

"It's okay. I know you're tired, go get some sleep. You can come back with fresh eyes."

Y/N smiles cynically, "I can't."

Lucienne frowns at her, seeing there's something she's not saying. Something Lucienne has noticed happens a lot with The Dreaming's latest guests. "Why can't you?"

She swallows the lump in her throat, hating how affected she still is by her father's actions. "Because I won't wake up," she pauses to collect her thoughts, "If I go to sleep, I'll get pulled back. Back into my own, personal hell."

"Y/N..." Lucienne starts, seeing Lord Morpheus heading towards them from where he was investigating the newest section of the library, 'The Ghost Library' as Matthew had dubbed it.

"My father cursed me," she interrupts, already sensing him, "my siblings got me out, to the best of their ability. But my father is the only one who can truly break it."

"I'm sorry." Lucienne says, sympathetically.

She smiles sadly at Lucienne, "It is what it is. Any questions? Lord Morpheus?" Y/N turns to look at the Dream Lord.

He freezes, surprised she noticed him as she seemed, elsewhere. "I believe I have found someone who encountered your father."

She shoots to her feet, her chair knocking against the table. "Who? When?" She asks, fully prepared to find the person's book and read every page.

"I'll show you." He holds his hand out, making her eyes widen when she realises what he means.

"You'll show me their dream?"

He nods, "I'm choosing to trust you." His voice darkens, "But if you do anything to break that trust, there will be consequences."

She nods, ignoring how turned on she was by that. "I understand." She grabs his hand, inhaling sharply when every one of her nerves is set alight, Morpheus feeling the same thing judging from the look in his eyes. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of sand, throwing it up into the air. The sand swirls around them, Y/N looking around as it obscures the sight of the library, she looks back at Morpheus as he watches her with an intensity that makes her what to squirm. She holds her ground, holding his gaze even as the sand disappears, revealing a sunny park, Central Park if she's not mistaken.

"We're here."

She lets go of his hand, goosebumps rising on her arms as her body cools down drastically from the broken contact. She looks around the park, staying where she is as Morpheus watches her to see if she can figure out who they're there for on her own. The back of her head tingles as she stops to look at a woman sitting on a bench rocking a baby in her arms, the child's screams making her flinch. She looks at Morpheus, nodding towards the struggling mother. He nods, confirming she's who they're there for.

She grabs his arm, pulling him behind the tree sitting opposite the woman. Morpheus raises an eyebrow at her.

"Later." She whispers, the tingling at the back of her head turning into a searing pain. She watches as a man walks up to the woman, her instincts screaming at her as he reaches out and touches the baby's forehead, the man murmuring something to the woman, too low for Y/N to hear.

The man walks away from the woman, whose face is streaked with tears of relief. She waits a moment before following behind him, Morpheus following behind her. They walk the entire length of the park, following the man as the dream changes into someone else's, they make their way through the streets of what looks like Paris. He turns the corner, the scenery rippling to signal they're about to walk into another dream, they turn the corner after him when she freezes in place, dread washing over her as the searing pain in her head disappears and her instincts settle.

"He's gone."

"He just disappeared?" Lucienne inquires.

She nods, flicking through the pages of the book of the woman, Daisy, whose dream they had witnessed interacting with her father. Morpheus does the same with the last person who saw her father in their dream, where they lost him.

Lucienne sighs, "Your father is quite allusive, isn't he?"

"He's always been good at hiding from his kids," she finds the page, "consciously and not." She frowns, skimming over what should have been the words detailing the woman's interaction with her father. "I don't believe this!"

Morpheus's head shoots up from the book he's reading, "What is it?"

"He's not here! My father's not in the book." She hands Morpheus the book.

"What?"

She turns to Lucienne, "It details her going to the park, but skips ahead to her meeting her friends, her baby healthy. No mention of my father."

"Are you sure it's on the same day?"

"Yes, it says it is."

Lucienne looks at Morpheus, who nods to confirm. "How is that possible?"

"I do not know."

Morpheus looks at Y/N, who meets his gaze before looking at the piles of books she had already been through, "I wonder how many others he doesn't appear in?"

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 12

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: It's Monaco racing week, but Yn won't be attending on Sunday as usual, her schedule, however, did not pass unnoticed by fans.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: HEYAAA, we got to one hundred notes so fast last chapter that it got me inspired to a) update faster and b) finally make an Instagram story template hehehe Hope you guys like it, let me know by reblogging and commenting (as you can see it fuels me hihihi)

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theofficialyn

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theofficialyn A different kind of Sunday (but still, really really good one!)😌💛 Gina, watching you handle a horse is like watching art unfold 😭 you’re perfect, thank you for being you!

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schumachermoments that was a full declaration, damn

gina_schumacher thank you sm for coming to see me, it meant the world to me, yn! 🤍🤍🤍

⤷ vroomvroom55 THESE INTERACTIONS ARE THE BEST ISTG

mickschumacher 😍😍

⤷ sainzcents my mickyn is alive!!!!

lewishamilton congrats, gina!! 💪🏾💜

1d_f1 I never thought I would see the Schumachers and the Hamiltons this close, but I am so so happy to watch this all unfold

user040 so you ditched your brother’s race to watch gina? I would be pissed

⤷ theofficialyn good thing you’re not my brother then 😘

⤷ monacharles LMAOOOO YN IS WILD TODAY

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn oklahoma photo dump 🧡

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sunshinehamilton I- the cowboy shirt… I sense some flirt?

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⤷ 444755 lewis is so supportive of Yn, it warms my heart to watch

gina_schumacher I had a great time with you!!!

ynswiftie1 YN AND GINA IN THE BACK ON THE THRID PIC 😭😭😭 it’s giving me besties energy

2001hamilton who’s the last horse? he cute

⤷ theofficialyn it’s eric! he’s the sweetest boy 🥰

⤷ ynfrance she actually answered you omg ur so lucky!

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⤷ ferrarilimits that’s not how you flirt, Mick

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May 30th

May 31rst

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn Happy birthday to the best father in the world. Thank you for always having my back and supporting my dreams. Lew and I would not be who we are today if it wasn't for you, your endless patience and love.

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lewishamilton the real goat ❤️

gina_schumacher Happy birthday dad hamilton! 🎂

8timeslewis They are so cute!!!

interleclerc wake up bestie, new baby Lewis picture just dropped!!

mercedesamgf1 Dad Hamilton is a legend

schumercedes why didn't mick comment on this?

⤷ normalando Oh I think he gave his wishes in person 😌

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[dhvlee]

okay hear me out, yn and chenle are bsfs so they joke around a lot, until chenle realizes his feelings for yn and can't act normal around her cuz he gets easily flustered

hidden feelings, endless laughter ↠ chenle

i’m not sure if that’s what you wanted but i hope you like it anyway<3

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pairing: chenle x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning: best friends to lovers

“i really think jo and laurie are better as platonic soulmates than as romantic soulmates so i’m kinda happy she rejected him,” you said when you and chenle finished watching little women. “and you? what do you think?”

“hate to say it but i have to agree with you. laurie and amy are better in my opinion.”

chenle invited you to his home right after his promotions for nct dream’s newest album istj for today ended. you happily agreed to it because it's been a while since you saw him and you missed your best friend.

“and what about us? do you think we’re better as platonic or romantic soulmates?”

hearing your words chenle choked on the water he was drinking. “what? y/n, what are you talking about right now?”

you laughed at his reaction as chenle looked at you confused. “chill dude, i was just kidding. there’s no reason to choke on water and die because of something like that. woah, what would i say to your boyfriends?”

“my boyfriends?” he repeated, holding his hand to his throat, which now ached a little.

“yeah,” you reached for the chips that were on the table. “your members, they’d get so mad at me if you died because of me.”

“yo chenle, focus!” mark said as chenle got the choreography steps wrong again. “you okay? even though you're here with us, it doesn't look like that.”

the truth is that for some reason chenle couldn't get your question out of his head. he kept thinking back to last night when you asked him jokingly if you two would be better as platonic or romantic soulmates.

“i’m sorry.”

“what’s on your mind?” haechan asked as he reached for his bottle of water.

“i don’t know, i’m just so confused,” he sat down, leaning against the mirror.

“why?” jisung sat next to him.

“i don’t know. i mean, i was hanging out with y/n last night and we were watching a movie and at some point she jokingly asked me if we would be better as platonic or romantic soulmates and for some reason i can’t stop thinking about it and i really don’t know why, it’s just stuck in my head.”

“oh you’re dumb,” jeno said, taking a bite of his dark chocolate.

“what? why?”

“because it’s obvious you like her but you’re too dumb to realize it,” chenle gave renjun a look as he was called stupid again. “oh don’t look at me like that. i’m hungry, let’s go eat something downstairs.”

all the boys agreed, but chenle preferred to stay in the practice room. he started to think about what renjun had told him.

he began to remember every moment he spent with you and how sometimes you made his heart beat faster. he remembered every time he'd been jealous because you and hyuck had flirted with each other for fun. he also remembered how much he loved your laugh and how sometimes he could look at the pictures you sent him for a long time. he also remembered how angry he was at your ex when he broke your heart and you cried in his arms for hours, wetting his sweatshirt with your tears.

and these thoughts made him sick.

“now, why are you avoiding me?” you said as you were standing in the dreamies living room after you asked renjun where chenle was and why he was avoiding you.

“i’m definitely not avoiding you.”

“oh, you’re not? then why are you leaving me on seen and hang up when i call you? oh and yesterday you literally ran away when you saw me in the grocery shop! so in your opinion you’re not avoiding me?”

“yeah, i’m not,” he said, nervously avoiding eye contact with you.

“you can’t even look into my eyes, you’re avoiding eye contact with me. did i do something wrong?”

“what?” he quickly looked at you. “of course you didn’t do anything wrong, why do you think so?”

“huh? why do i think so? are you actually dumb?” you asked in disbelief. literally a few seconds ago you gave him a few reasons why you have the right to think that.

“he is dumb, you’re right!” jaemin, who was sitting on the couch playing games on his phone, looked up from the screen and looked at you and chenle. “we’ve already told him twice that he is.”

“look, i’m sorry,” chenle said after he sent jaemin a death stare. “well i can tell you what’s going on but i don’t wanna do it here when jaemin is clearly listening.”

“go to my room then, i’m not leaving that comfortable couch.”

chenle rolled his eyes and got up from his chair. he grabbed your hand and quickly led you to the older boy's room, then closed the door behind him.

you sat on jaemin's bed and waited for what your best friend would say about why he had been avoiding you for the past few days.

“look,” he sighed. “i know avoiding and ignoring you wasn't a good idea, so i’m sorry. but a few days ago I realized something and I never in my life thought something like this would happen to me so I thought if I avoided you it would make everything disappear. but-” chenle sighed again and sat down next to you. “but i was wrong, nothing disappeared and i probably disappointed you and made you feel bad, so i’m really sorry.”

“okay, i still don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but i promise you that you didn’t disappoint me. yeah, i didn’t feel great when you avoided me but that’s okay. but please, tell me what you’re talking about because i’m really confused,” you looked into his eyes and saw him biting his lip. he was clearly nervous.

“i- well, do you remember when we watched little women?” you nodded so he continued. “okay so after it ended you asked me jokingly if we’d be better as platonic or romantic soulmates and i really kept thinking about it the next day and i couldn’t understand why. so i told the boys about it and they told me something. and then i remembered some things and that made me realized one thing and these thoughts really made me feel sick.”

“so, what did you realize? i’m sorry, i’m really trying to understand you but i’m confused.” you said feeling a little bad because you could see that chenle had trouble expressing his feelings at that moment.

“you don’t need to apologize. well, the thing i realized… i’m genuinely so sorry if because of that you wouldn’t want to be my friend but i also understand it. but the thing i realized was that i fell in love with you. i know that it’s stupid and i understand if you don’t feel the same so i’m so-” you silenced him with a kiss, which definitely surprised him as he didn't move for a few seconds. however, he quickly pulled himself together and returned your kiss, placing his hand on your cheek.

after a few moments, you pulled away from each other and you both laughed as you saw the blush on each other's faces.

“chenle, i also like you,” he smiled softly and this time he leaned in to kiss you.

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[babyhuggy]

nattys - l. hughes x childhood friend & rower!reader

a social media!au

a/n: a lil self-indulgent social media!au bc ncaas are coming up soon and i had to… also nattys are in jersey this year instead of florida so i thought it was fitting :)

also, this may become a multi-part series depending on if you guys like it!! maybe even going deeper into the background of their friendship/relationship?? lmk if you want to see more!

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lhughes_06 posted to their story

yourusername a little look into the last week 🫶

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yourfriend this is so cute!!!

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⤷ yourteammate2 matching cowboy hats 🫡

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⤷ ybffuser THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!!!

randomuser1 woah what's luke hughes doing here??

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⤷ user3 oop is that a soft launch i see??

⤷ hockeyfan1 guys didn’t the hughes’ say they grew up across the street from her and that they train together over the summers?

⤷ user4 i think they did an interview bc her dad played hockey or coached 🤔

lhughes_06 Michiganders take Austin 🤟 #nattysinaweek

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⤷ lhughes_06 not like we haven't been dating for the last year

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⤷ elblue6 Good luck in Florida! We're cheering you on from home!

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one week later…

yourusername DONE. NATIONAL CHAMPIONS. #hookem

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lhughes_06 So proud! I love you!

⤷ yourusername i love you, longtime!! thank you for being there and taking that picture of me and my dad 😚

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elblue6 We're so proud of you Yn!!

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⤷ yourusername as if we haven't done that every summer

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⤷ lhughes_06 MY GIRLFRIEND IS A NATIONAL CHAMPION

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lhughes_06 My girlfriend is a national champion and an NCAA Woman of the Year nominee. I love you Yn and I'm so proud to have seen you achieve your dreams over the last decade!

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