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Heyyyyy I’m alive, wedding planning is just so stressful I took breaks from social media, and vet stuff too. But heyyyy 💖
Hello my love! It’s so good to hear from you and I’m so happy you’re doing well 🥰🥰🥰 I wish you the best wedding in the world and best life with your partner and I hope you get lots of rest
Thank you!!! It’s all getting better, we got my dogs health sorted out and got his medicine all together. And I got my wedding dress!!! 💖💖💖
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Contrary to what most people think, motherhood is not as protected and privileged a position as people believe it is. Motherhood is idealized as an abstract concept, seen as the ultimate in what a person can be and should be, and this is most easily seen with the so called “pro-life” movement. But the truth is, when someone actually becomes a mother, they are abandoned, scorned, and not taken as seriously, ESPECIALLY when they are marginalized in some way (poor, of colour, etc.).
Society at large doesn’t love mothers; it loves the idea of motherhood. Actual mothers are not seen as important.
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9pm- everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears 12am- tainted love - soft cell 3am- personal jesus -depeche mode
The book is 1984, which is neither. It's anti-authoritarian, which tells you a lot.
Ya know, sometimes I wish the joke *didn’t* write itself.
Oh my gosh so I’m listening to music while reading the chapters of the Morpheus fic Honey put out (thank you honey you are a saint and I am on my knees) and what comes on but These Dreams by Heart and I was like oh shit this is perfect for Morpheus like (The sweetest song is silence that I've ever heard Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the earth In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss But the prince hides his face from dreams in the mist These dreams go on when I close my eyes Every second of the night I live another life These dreams that sleep when it's cold outsideEvery moment I'm awake the further I'm away), and then Bauhaus because I’m just a goth girl yknow and man I started thinking about Morpheus looking Daniel Ash the guitarist of Bauhaus and I’m 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 and I just had to share both of these thoughts
YESSSSSSSSS OH MY GOD AND THAT MAN IS STRAIGHT UP A DREAM DUPLICATE 😍
Uuuuggggghhhhh honeyyyyy look what you’ve done to us we all got brainrot now
HE IS HE REALLY IS AND LIKE IVE READ THAT HES SUPPOSED TO BE BASED IN PETER MURPHY THE LEAD SONGER OF BAUHAUS BUT LIKE BRO DANIEL ASH IS RIGHT THERE HES PERFECT AND I JUST AAAAAAAAA GOTH DREAM GOTH DREAM GOTH DREAM GOTH DREAM GOTH DREAM
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𓅨 Eros: Chapter Three
Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…
Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.
To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.
Word Count: ~2.9k
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You’d stayed behind as the girls headed off to enjoy some time with the men who had charmed them. Most of the festivities had moved to the Parthenon, so you were surrounded by quietness and the sounds of waves. Finding yourself among halls that were usually filled with chattering people, beautiful people, you found yourself missing the Dreaming and your friends there. You needed a drink.
Striding to a table with a jug of wine, you poured yourself a health cup before guzzling it in one go. The alcohol wouldn’t go to your head, you could drink all the wine in Greece and you wouldn’t get drunk. A sobering thought. There was nothing to take the edge off your emotions. Just as you poured your second cup, you felt his presence behind you.
“You are still missing the festivities, my lord,” You softly spoke, putting the jug of wine to the side. Then you turned around, only to find Oneiros standing directly behind you, now in front of you. He stared down at you, amusement in his eyes.
“And still you think you know myself better than I,”
“Have you considered the possibility that I might?” You challenged. His eyes flashed a silver glow.
“You dare—” Your hands raised to cradle his face, cutting the Endless off. From your heavenly touch or from the look in your eyes, the Endless didn’t know what had caused him to abruptly hold his tongue.
“I do, because you are hurting,” you said straight to his face, your fingers lightly stroking his jaw line. “You are hurting, and you are angry, but you haven’t let those emotions out. It’s festering.”
“And what do you propose I do, since you think to tell me what I feel?” Oneiros coldly questioned, already very much in love with your fleeting touch. Yet you were testing his tolerance in this moment.
“If you are so bold, tell me what will remedy my troubles.”
“Take all your anger and pain out on me," you offered with a glimmer within your eyes. Surely that would take some of the stress off, even from yourself. It wasn’t like you were cheating on your husband, since he was your husband… you just hadn’t married him yet… he’d also been relentlessly seducing you. This wouldn’t entirely be on you. “It’d be a shame for me to miss out on the true delights of this festival, yes?” The glow within Oneiros’ eyes shifted from warning to lustful, and you caressed his cheek once more, slowly withdrawing the touch he so craved. “Or do you wish to resume your sulking—” You were cut off the moment Oneiros moved, the Endless lunging forward to press you back against the table behind you. Caught off guard, your hand came dangerously close to spilling the jug of wine and only narrowly missed smashing your cup. Hovering over you, Oneiros stared down into your face intently, his fingers dangerously close to pulling the pins from your shoulders.
“I doubt you are prepared for the entirety of my desires,” he informed you, his eyes drinking in the way your hair settled around you. Between the silk fabric draped around your body to reveal your delicious curves and the scent of oils wafting from your skin, Oneiros was barely holding himself back. The moment he had with you alone in the bathhouse had tortured his mind since you left him hard and wanting. You lay perfectly still beneath him, though the Endless standing between your legs made your body ache.
“You seem rather confident with your words.” You said breathlessly.
“You have given me permission to use you.” Oneiros spoke to you, his face slowly drawing closer and closer. “I would tread with caution, little one.” Caution? Says the being that had been relentlessly pursuing you for nearly a week.
“And I’m waiting,” You were either a very brave human, or entirely foolish to instigate an Endless… but nonetheless, Oneiros could no longer hold himself back and dove in. A hand burrowed into your mess of hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck and lifting your lips to his every whim and desire. The moment his cold lips roughly pressed against yours, you let out a whimper. You missed the intimacy of simply kissing your husband, and it had only been a week since you ended up there. This Morpheus might not be yours, but he was close enough.
He, of course, feasted on that precious sound from your lips. He ravaged your lips with a ferocity you’d never experienced with him before but were entirely delighted to receive. Urgent. Passionate. Unrestrained. There was nothing that Oneiros held back from you. He devoured you, indulging in the softness of your lips, tasted the wine that lingered from your drink only a minute prior, and all too easily convinced your lips to part.
Lips parted and stardust exploded within you, sparking a desperation that only had you kissing back harder. His tongue teased your lower lip, blooming pleasure, before pushing deeper to capture your own. Your true taste was sweet, sweeter than what he’d imagined while you slept at night, sheltered from his desire by nothing but the sheet that covered your body. How many nights had he simply watched rather than take? To many he’d spent in the shadows of your room rather than indulging in others. This night wouldn’t be yet another.
When you lifted a hand to slip your fingers into that messy hair you were dying to run your fingers through, the Endless snatched your wrist and roughly pressed it against the tabletop. Then a subtle sting flickered across your lower lip in warning as bright blue flashed silver. His lips left yours, straying only a few millimeters, as his sharp gaze left you feeling frozen in place. Your Morpheus was never opposed to you running your fingers through his hair, he actually liked it. He pretty much melted beneath your touches when you did so. Did Oneiros not like that? Had you messed up already?
“Your boldness appears to have no bounds,” Oneiros darkly purred, the coolness of his skin momentarily bewitching you from response. No words were capable of forming on your tongue, rendering you silent. Not that you were capable of speaking, your tongue was still electrified from his deep and intimate kisses. “Oh? Now you find yourself without words, λατρεία μου?” (My adored)
Your inner thighs unconsciously clenched, and the Endless felt it, along with the shiver that wound its way up your spine. His lips twisted into a smirk, and releasing the wrist he still held, his touch found your chin, where he pressed his thumb against the very lips he had only moments before been scalding in possessive claim. Oneiros could hear the way your heart raced within your heaving chest, and that pleased him… almost to the point of dropping to his knees to sate his burning desire to find out if you were indeed as delicious as you had looked in that bath. But right now, arousal and need burned so viciously between you that it was doubtful that Oneiros would be going anywhere but within you. He was not, however, so cruel as to cause you pain in his haste.
So a hand snaked down your lush body, following along your curve before blatantly ripping the fabric of your dress. You gasped as your body jolted, and the night air touched your previously covered skin. Then Oneiros’ fingers slipped between your trembling legs to brush against your shamefully wet cunt. Fire blazed across your face as a black eyebrow arched. No wonder your addicting smell of arousal was driving him insane, you were nearly dripping.
“A pity you kept yourself at bay,” he drew out, his voice nearly making you flop in a faint. AKA: We could have been fucking sooner if you hadn’t been ignoring me. You were definitely going to pay. The Endless gave you no more words as his fingers plunged in and out of your body for a few moments, enjoying the way you reacted to a touch as insignificant as this. He enjoyed the way you squirmed, shuddered, and whimpered just from the simple touch. Yet it was far from simple for you. You had what felt like fire streaking through your cunt in an almost unbearable, painful need. But this wasn’t about you. You had to remind yourself about that. So you gripped his bare shoulder and softly whimpered your way through his almost vindictive fingers.
Perhaps you pushed a few too many buttons over the last week.
Your chest thrust upwards as your back arched off the table, presenting your plump breasts toward Oneiros. His eyes glowed silver briefly, already feasting off the mere sight of your pleasure. He quickly lowered his mouth to your exposed skin and hungrily pressed his mouth against your milky, soft flesh. His lips were more than ravenous against your untouched flesh, and the Endless devoured every little millimeter with sexual hunger that starved off the deep ache within his guarded heart.
A ragged litany of strained moans departed your lips as fingers skillfully worked your body towards pleasure, and you couldn’t help but thrust your hips up, burying his fingers further into your throbbing flesh. Silver glowed within deep blue, and Oneiros drew his teeth across the exposed curve of your breast. It was still not enough. He released your chin and tore at the pins holding the cloth against your body, effortlessly lifting you up to sweep the fabric far away from your body so he could see all of your beauty.
Lost in the waves of bliss that Oneiros was all too easily drawing from your body, you barely noticed your naked state. Eyes fluttering and panting out harsh breaths, you clung to the Dream Lord as the crescendo of what was to be your first of an endless number of orgasms shattered the quiet night. Your cry was nothing short of angelic, and the violent tremors that overtook your shuddering frame were entirely delicious to watch as you came undone around Oneiros’ fingers. He watched with a smug smirk upon his lips as your fingers fell limp against his tunic and your body sagged against the table, a soft moan departing lips he couldn’t wait to see wrapped around his cock. That would have to wait for now.
As you lay in a daze from the high of pleasure Oneiros had so easily drawn from your body in short order, the Endless wasted no time ridding himself of his tunic and drawing his aching cock against your moisture laden cunt. Hot and wet, you already felt divine and he wasn’t even in you! Oneiros rut his hips against yours, basking in the feeling of your soft body beneath his and shuddering at the friction his cock felt brushing through your cunt.
You regained enough composure to strengthen your grasp upon his now bare body, quivering and whimpering at having him so close to you once more. But he still wasn’t in you. One last soft plea escaped your lips in a hoarse echo.
“Please…” Your barely audible whimper was a crescendo to his ears. Gazing deeply into your eyes, Oneiros held that contact through pushing his cock against your soaked cunt and drank in the way your eyes rolled when he sank into your lush body. You were shuddering and trying to breathe while the lusty gaze of Oneiros all but devoured your body. You hadn’t taken into account what it would be like to actually act upon your own desires. Were you cheating on Morpheus by allowing Oneiros to take you like this?
You gasped the moment Oneiros bottomed out within you, and for a few moments, your entire body clenched as your heart stopped in your chest. No one had been this intimate with you since you started dating Morpheus—no one but Morpheus. But this was Morpheus. You couldn’t cheat on an Endless with themself. So you sucked in a new breath of air and pressed your hand against the side of Oneiros’ face, your fingers slowly sliding into his messy hair. You had planned on dragging his lips back to yours, but the Endless himself beat you to it. He mashed his hungry lips back to yours in seconds, urging your lips to part so he could drink the taste of wine straight from your tongue. It was delectably sweet and rivaled even the finest of drink the gods could offer.
Moaning as the encompassing presence of Oneiros all but consumed you in body and mind, you dug your nails into his scalp while pulling him against you. Oneiros gripped the edge of the table and moved his other hand from your chin to grasp your hip. The last week had been torture for the endless, and he wasted no time pulling his hips back so he could sink right back into your tantalizing body. You lost the ability to think, let alone respond to his demanding mouth, the moment he began to ravenously consume your body inside out.
Panting through the throes of intense pleasure, you closed your eyes and let your head drop back as only the most beautiful of sounds slipped from your lips in hushed whimpers and moans. Oh, the mortification you’d feel if someone walked in on Oneiros railing your brains out! Only the endless took your efforts to remain quiet as insult and tightened his grip upon your body. Fingers dug into your sides as his punishing mouth dropped to your extended neck, and he all but sank his teeth into your flesh. You yelped so deliciously, so indulgently, that he did it again just to hear that sound once more.
Your lips parted with a symphonic cry, and you squirmed in place, one of your legs hiking over his hip as you dug your heel into his hamstring. As your mind grappled with a touch so familiar yet foreign, Oneiros’ hand began exploring your body. Your body was soft, womanly, and ripe for loving. Whoever had claimed your hand was surely missing out because Oneiros’ knew it would be days before he had his fill of you. If that were even possible. Moving his lips further down your neck, Oneiros allowed his mouth to hover over your flushed skin while he watched your breasts heave. A temptation beckoning to him.
You cried out again, fingers clenching within obsidian locks, when his mouth sealed over one of your nipples. He teased you with his tongue, igniting ripples of pleasure from your breast that only exacerbated the overwhelming ecstasy throbbing between your legs. Even with his attention clearly on your breast, devouring it like it was the best damn thing he’d ever put in his mouth, Oneiros never once let you forget that his cock was merely moments away from unraveling you to the point of corruption.
Morpheus had never fucked you like this. Well, you were certain that he’d never fucked you, period! Your husband worshipped the ground you walked on and made love to you beneath the stars with only the gentlest of touches that made you bloom with ecstasy and love. It had been all you’d known. All you experienced. Not this ravenous, predatory endless that lacked bounds of control when it came to you and your body. Your cunt clenched fiercely around his cock, and the muscles in your thighs and abdomen spasming. This time you made a strangled keen, your body shaking with pleasure that threatened to consume you as well.
“Gods,” you rasped hoarsely, your entire body buzzing with wildfire. Oneiros released your breast and raised his eyes to your deeply flushed and pleasure filled face.
“There are no gods here, λατρεία μου,” (My adored) Oneiros rumbled, his eyes sparking with intense silver energy. “They are not privy to the sound or sight of your pleasure, I am,” His cock was now hitting all the best places within your clenching cunt to spiral your pleasure to the cusp of orgasm. Yet something held it at bay, keeping you squirming and clawing at the endless with tears in your eyes. You had been surely taunting him this past week, but he was feeling rather pleased with how divine you were, body and soul. So he’d let you have this one. “Come for me, now.”
Oh boy, did your body respond to that demand.
The choking, strangled sound you made caught in your throat the moment your body obediently obeyed the endless. Your cunt clenched and rippled around his throbbing cock, squeezing him int he most delicious way while you trembled and quaked within his grip. Nails clawing at what they could, you found yourself caught in a mother of all orgasms that swept away your senses in a whiteout. Your body went limp and your eyelashes fluttered.
Oneiros could feel your conscious hover between this realm and his own as your body lay draped within his arms, limp and spent. Ambrosial and addicting. He hadn’t taken his own pleasure, his need to see you come undone beneath him having long since eaten away at the fringes of his being until it was all he could think about. He’d only just had a taste of you, a nibble even, and he already knew that he was going to take his time indulging. You were truly what he wanted, what he needed. So as he carried you towards the rooms he was inhabiting, your body carefully bundled up in the discarded fabric of your peplum, Oneiros thought of every way he planned on indulging in that which you had offered.
Date Published: 2/15/24
Last Edit: 2/15/24
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𓅨 Eros: Chapter Two
Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…
Warnings: Language, Taunting.
To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.
Word Count: ~2.8k
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By dinner that night you had nearly drowned yourself in turbulent thoughts and discomfort. Your friends were gossiping while lounging at a table, they were gushing about all the men and woman that had arrived through out the day. Apparently in the celebrations, orgies were a common occurrence among the aristocrats and it was always a guessing game of who would be getting with who, or more importantly, who would get the golden invitations to the orgies with the most powerful people of Athens. You didn’t mind the open sexuality of Athens, it was actually a freeing thought… but you’d spent the afternoon and night in a state of hurt with a very agonized heart.
Why did it pain you so much to see Oneiros in pain? It was clear that he was hurting. Hurting and drowning himself in wine and debauchery to take his mind and being off the fact that his son had died and he’d gone through a divorce. You hated seeing him like that. You hated it so much. But you were well aware that Morpheus had gone through this phase in his life. He’d gruelingly explained it to you on a rainy afternoon after you had pestered him about his past relationships. He was your husband and you loved him so much, yet you still knew very little about his past.
He hadn’t wanted to tell you anything. Hadn’t wanted you to know about his failings in martial relations and love period. But the Endless loved you with every grain of sand he possessed and had explained the sorrows and troubles he’d gone through… minus the time proceeding his divorce. Watching the debauchery unfold in front of you, you fully understand why he hadn’t uttered a peep about his greek era. The greeks certainly knew their way around bodily delights.
“Elpis?” You blinked and glanced at Merope, she and the other girls were looking at you with concerned looks. They had noticed a change in you since earlier, had barely touched food or drink and spent an awful lot of time sitting with a faraway look within your eyes. “You’ve been rather demure since luncheon, is all well?” It wasn’t like you could just unload all your troubles on the three women, no matter how much you wanted to.
“Just a headache,” You informed her before unfolding yourself from your curled position and rising to your feet. You brushed out nonexistent wrinkles from the skirt of your dress. “I think I need some fresh air and to cool down.” Your fingers tugged at your clothes, undoing several pins that kept fabric folded against your body in a decorative way. The silken fabric loosened and draped until it was just barely held together on your body. Now you didn’t feel so smothered. “I’ll be out for a walk, don’t let me keep you up waiting.”
It was clear that they weren’t convinced by your words as you strode past them with your peplum fluttering behind you. It was a hot night in Athens, but the breeze from the Aegean Sea cooled you down as you took a garden path that led straight to the beautiful water. Standing at the waters edge, you crouched down and brushed your fingers through the slightly warm water. This wouldn’t last forever, surely, your Morpheus was probably ripping through realms and universes trying to find you… you just had to deal with his past self until you went home.
Which you didn’t know when that would happen.
And you didn’t like the idea of leaving this Morpheus in pain.
But could you actually do anything about that?
You didn’t exactly have a handbook on what to do when you time traveled.
Destiny will be up your ass if you screwed this up…
Then again maybe this was supposed to happen?
You growled and dropped your face into your hand with a more than exaggerated groan. You didn’t sign up for this time travel bull shit when you married Morpheus! All you had to be, according to Morpheus and just about everyone else in the realm, was his wife. Of course you wanted to be active in the realm and help out the denizens, dreams, and nightmares as their queen, but no one held you to duty.Just as you sighed and dragged your fingers down your face, pulling your eyelids as you went, you felt a tingle in your being and a shiver run up your spine. You rose to your feet and turned around.
Ah.
High above on one of the balconies overseeing the Aegean Sea, lounged Oneiros in all his glory. His tunic was half on his body, revealing a great expanse of his star sculpted physique. His hair was ruffled since you had last seen him. Right. Lucienne reluctantly mentioned that Morpheus had a few hoe eras. This was one of them. Even though he wasn’t your Morpheus, you could still feel his inherent desire and lust. It was certainly directed at you since you had met eyes with him. That both scared and excited you.
“Elpis?” Kynna’s sweet voice broke your stare down with Oneiros. Jarred from holding the lustful gaze of Oneiros, you blinked rapidly. “What are you doing outside all alone? Did you have a bad dream?”
“Kynna!” You softly exclaimed, striding up to the girl and plucking her from the ground. What on earth was she doing out of be? There were half naked adults everywhere! “You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“You’re not in bed,” The little girl pointed out like it would make a difference, making your eyebrow pop up. The utter cheek!
“That’s because I was out for a walk, come little one, back to bed, you have a great many activities to do tomorrow.” Continuing to carry Kynna, you entered the large stone building and walked towards her families wing. Your heart throbbed in your chest the entire way to her room.
You sat in your seat stiff as a bored. It was another extravagant luncheon hosted by one of the noble families. You hadn’t wanted to accept the invitation, you weren’t versed in the politics of Athens and certainly didn’t know anyone other than your three knew friends. The only plus side to attending was the delicious food served. You’d spent a lot of time snacking on olives while partaking in wine, and it was nice to eat a proper grecian meal.
Under normal circumstances, the men would eat separately from the woman, but since it was Panathenaia, an exception was made so everyone could mingle and celebrate in shared fashion. As uncomfortable as you were with the flirting and innuendos, you did find yourself laughing at a few crude jokes and well entertained by the conversations you found yourself drawn into.
The men and woman of Ancient Greece were beautiful, impossibly so, but they were also so easy to get along with and forget that you didn’t even belong in this era! Several times you found yourself falling into a place of comfort you should not entertain! So every time a conversation got a little too intimate you pulled back. But that being said, you carried small talk and day to day conversation quite well.
At least until a certain someone arrived.
Your attention was drawn to Oneiros like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t help it. Not when he was the love of your life and the very being you promised to spend the rest of eternity together. Not when you had allowed the anthropomorphic being to place a physical part of his Endless being within your own so that you may spend every moment he had left in time with him.
But he wasn’t yours. At least not yet. That didn’t stop the smoldering looks he sent your way and it certainly didn’t stop the fire that burned deep in your belly until you squirmed in your seat. Gods damn that being for being your kryptonite! Wanting payback for what he was causing you, you began eating grapes. One by one. Allowing your fingers to linger on your lips while you held his gaze.
It was a rather torturous sight to see.
The purple peplum you had on, held in place by golden pins and a decorative belt that wrapped around your waist. The fabric was just as light as all the other peplums you’d ben dressed in, but at the moment you felt like it weighed a tonne. Feeling suffocated by your feelings, the heavy gaze of Oneiros that seemed to follow you everywhere, and the general sultry atmosphere that enveloped the commons, you had slipped to the gardens for an afternoon stroll. Even with the fresh air you were still struggling to control your emotions.
“I just want to go home,” You softly murmured to yourself, allowing your hand to brush over several hibiscus flowers. “But I can’t even have that. No, someone just wants to fuck with me and my heart by forcing me to live through one of my husbands darkest times.” Sighing, you continued running your fingers over flowers and leaves. Lifting your eyes to the skies, you willed time to go by faster, wishing for the relieving darkness that harkened a sleep that blocked out the visceral agony you felt.
Before you had married Morpheus, you used to be so excited about falling asleep at night. You practically lived two lives, one on earth during the day, and second, more meaningful one in the Dreaming at night. You knew almost all of the denizens of the Dreaming before you had become romantically involved with Morpheus, so your nights had literally been a second life. But then the Endless had finally decided to make his intentions clear with you.
You had been swept off your feet by a blanket of stars Morpheus had weaved himself and courted like a spoiled regency debutant. It had been so extravagant that you had nearly told Morpheus that he only needed to get you flowers and talk to you regularly… but you had quickly found that bestowing you with gifts and words of affection were his love language. He wanted to shower you with gifts. He wanted to bespoke words of adoration to you. You were his universe. He was the being you never knew you needed. Together you felt complete.
Sniffing while your eyes burned, you hastily wiped at your eyes and nose lest you start balling in the middle of the garden and cause an upset. Why were you doing this to yourself? You knew you were playing with fire. Finding yourself and stopping the threatening onslaught of burning hit tears, you cleared your throat and looked up at the flowering pink shrub you found yourself in front of.
Oleander.
Smelling the fragrant blooms, you reached up to take one of the pretty blooms. It was just out of reach, but if you stretched on your tippy toes, you could probably reach it. So you stretched upwards, pressing close to the plant. Your fingers brushed the soft petal, but you couldn’t get a good grasp that wouldn’t tear the delicate bloom apart. In your struggle, you hadn’t noticed his approach and jerked in place when fabric bushed against your back as a pale hand reached over your head and effortlessly plucked the bloom for you.
Freezing in place as your breath caught in your chest, you clutched your hands to your chest. It wasn’t like you could ignore him now. Slowly turning your head, your eye met vibrant blue and you had to force yourself to stay still. Gods all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around his body and never let go! Oneiros twirled the bloom between his lithe fingers, all the while maintaining his intense gaze with yours.
You fascinated him, hypnotized him with your eyes, demanded his heart and passion with but a glance. Yet you never drew close enough to indulge. It was maddening, for Oneiros wanted no other but you. You’d drown out the sharp sting of loss he felt. He was sure of it. But something kept pulling you away the moment he was sure you’d finally break. The Endless offered the plucked flower to you, waiting for you to either accept or refuse it. Given your rather flighty disposition, he half expected you to flee the garden.
But you didn’t.
No. Oneiros was surprised when one of your slightly trembling hands reached to accept the flower. Your eyes were trained on the bloom, and you made sure not to touch him… but your silence spoke a million things.
It was getting harder and harder to avoid interacting with Oneiros. You didn’t know if it was because you naturally gravitated towards him, or if it was because he clearly wanted you. Nothing you did rid you of the pain you felt from him. So you had gone to the baths to try and soak out the stress you felt. It was nearing midnight, so most of the nobles were either indulging in bodily delights, drinking, or sleeping off the alcohol. That meant you could enjoy the public bath house in privacy.
So you slowly made your way into the steamy room and carefully unwound the belt around your waist. Then your fingers plucked the pins from your shoulders and you carefully folded the silk cloth that hung around your body. The steaming water looked inviting as you stepped down into one of the pools, and you sighed at the nostalgia that filled your mind. The bath house pools were much like the large bath you had in the Dreaming, and made memories of relaxing in it cradled within Morpheus’ arms as he told you stories of past dreams, surface within your mind.
You wanted to go home so bad.
“Are tonights revelries not to your appetite?” You jerked in place at the sound of his voice, your head snapping around to see Oneiros lounging in a corner of the bath. Shit. Shit. Shit. It took everything you had not to stare at his naked body leisurely sprawled across the sitting ledge without care. His black messy curls made your fingers twitch for they ached to run through them. Oh, it wasn’t just those curls either, you wanted run your fingers along his skin, trace his muscles, adore the curves and planes upon his otherworldly body, kiss him until you were forced to take a breath… It took you a solid minute to find the courage to reply.
“I do not usually partake in such festivities, my lord,” You replied, a slight tremble in your words. A black eyebrow arched and you forced your gaze to the carved statues of spites mounted at the end of the room. “I am more reserved with my affections.”
“But not entirely opposed as your skin paints a different story,” Oneiros pointed out, his eyes lingering on the faded marks of someones apparent love. Oh yes, someone had the pleasure of indulging in your body. Someone worshipped you greatly and with complete devotion. The marks were subtle, but intentional. Territorial even. The Endless watched as you flushed beneath his scrutiny, and took great enjoyment in knowing that he did have an effect on you. “Who would leave a creature as lovely and delicate as you, by yourself during such festivities?”
“He’s away on business and I do not seek to control him,” You told him, carefully unfolding yourself from your tight ball. Instantly the Endless was drinking in the view of your gorgeous curves and faintly loved skin. He wanted to devour you. You wanted him to stop hurting. So you rose to your feet in the water and slowly sloshed over to him. “Why are you here, my lord?”
Clearly he didn’t expect you to ask him such a question, but nonetheless he humored you after taking a sip of his wine and eyeing your goddess like body. Soft and begging for worship. One he would surely get lost in should the chance arise.
“I am enjoying the festivities, the same as you,” You nearly snorted and rolled your eyes. He may not be your Morpheus, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t pick up when he was lying. You lifted your chin.
“No, you are not,” Now that was a bold statement to say directly to his face, and you could see his eyes darken.
“You dare think to know my intentions better than I?” He questioned back, eyes searching yours to see how far you would push his patience. Your lips were distracting, after your grape stunt he had wanted nothing but to devour them to see if they were indeed as soft and inviting as they looked… as was the rest of your glorious body. Tender curves begging to be caressed, clear skin aching be marked once more, lips that called to be tamed…
“I know enough to wonder why you are here, rather than with the men and women desperately throwing themselves at you.” You informed him before turning to the side and moving back towards your folded dress. You left the bathhouse and a ravenous Endless behind, your heart beating fast in your chest.
Date Published: 1/22/24
Last Edit: 1/22/24
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𓅨 Eros: Chapter One
Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…
Warnings: Language, Time Travel.
To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.
Word Count: ~2.9k
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You spent a lot of time staring at the throne adjacent to the intricately carved marble one depicting the helm of Dream of the Endless. It was more feminine, carved out of the same marble as the Morpheus’, but designed with a softer touch. It was a marble forest, twisting branches and flowers that were inspired by Fiddler’s Green, your fingers always ended up tracing little grooves and bumps absentmindedly.
“Hey boss lady,” You turned your head in time to see Matthew fluttering his way up to your shoulder. His feet clutched the fabric of your sweater and shuffled his wings, looking at the two thrones. “You know you’ve been married for like, two months… right?”
“Distinctly,” You answered dryly, having very vivid memories of your wedding night. You hadn’t left the bed for three days, and then couldn’t walk right for three weeks. Morpheus had been very smug with the way you hobbled around, while you felt like crawling into a hole in embarrassment. You’d married a voracious Endless that aspired to paint every millimeter of your body with his love, and ensure that everyone knew it. “But it’s not like I was born knowing I was going to marry an Endless and become the queen of a realm.”
“True, true,” Matthew echoed with a bob of his head. “But ma’am, has anything actually changed in your life? Ignoring the fact that you live here now…”
You thought about Matthew’s words. Not much had changed in your life save your happiness. You had only ever really felt happy when visiting the Dreaming, so there wasn’t much you missed in the Waking. The people in the Dreaming themselves had always gone to you for advice now that you thought about it. They felt confident speaking to you about their problems… so you had been their queen long before you became their official one.
“No, nothings really changed… and it’s just a title,” You mused softly walking towards your throne and running your fingers along the warm marble. Warm and cool, just like you and Morpheus. You were an unusual pairing and not one that you’d think would work in the first place. “Alright, I’ve stared at the thrones for long enough, it’s time to go outside and touch some grass.”
“Ya know I think Lord Dream could touch some grass time to time,” Matthew muttered from your shoulder. “He’s been kinda uptight lately.”
“Probably cause of all the changes, you know he likes things certain ways,” You said dryly, thinking back to all the arguments you’d gotten into with him just because he was being a giant dunderhead who didn’t want to listen to you and pretended that your opinion and decision didn’t matter.
“Yeah you might be onto something,” Matthew chirped in agreement. Exiting the palace, you wandered through the gardens while letting your fingers brush along the flowers and bushes of the garden. “But at least he’s trying!” Matthew added, trying to be positive about his boss.
“He got pissy with me because I wanted to take a walk in London by myself after we had lunch with Hob,” You couldn’t help but point out. “It was London, in the middle of the day when families were having picnics!”
“And we both know humans can be assholes,” Matthew reminded you. “The boss doesn’t have a lot of good experience with mortals to go off of.”
“Pretty sure I have more experience in the human department than he does?”
“Point,” The raven agreed, taking off and swooping through the limp branches of the weeping willow in front of you. You passed beneath the little tunnel of gnarled branches carefully grown and kicked out your foot. You’d been feeling antsy lately, cooped up and in need of stretching your limbs. Maybe you’d go for a swim? Morpheus didn’t exactly like you swimming in the Ocean of Dreams, but you and the entity had a pretty good relationship and she didn’t try to drown you when you went swimming. “He’s still gonna throw a tantrum.”
“And I dare you to say that to his face,”
“I’ll pass I like having feathers… and living in general...” Matthew shuddered to think what Morpheus’ reaction would be of learning he’d said that.
“It would be funny though,” You giggled to yourself, imaging the initial confusion that would cross Morpheus’ face… then perhaps just a hint of an eye tick, then the whole: you dare… Your husband was entirely too predictable at times and you found it very amusing. You were deaf to Matthew’s disgruntled grumbles and continued walking, not realizing that your feet were carrying you towards the beaches of the Ocean of Dreams.
“Holy shit,” Matthew’s curse behind you jarred you from your thoughts. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had caused him to curse, the Ocean of Dreams was churning in unhappiness. High above violent waters were storm clouds, flickering with lightning and letting out echoed of thunder. “Uh, you ever seen this before ma’am?”
“No,” You informed the raven, trying to see if you could feel what was wrong to have the Ocean of Dreams so agitated. “Matthew return to Lucienne, speak with her about this matter. Surely she has a clue.”
“Right on it, boss lady,” Matthew called before surging into the air and flying back to the palace as fast as he could. While Matthew was doing as you asked, you quickly hurried up to the waters edge. Oh yes, something had agitated the Ocean of Dreams, she was not happy. Without hesitation, you strode into the cold water, determined to figure this out. Morpheus was away on business, you could handle this, you could handle this.
When you were waist deep, you dove deeper, fully submerging yourself. The water, while a usual chilly cold, seemed to be colder than normal. Even the currents were stronger, more aggressive. You tried to look around for the physical manifestation of the Ocean in the form of your shadow figure, but you couldn’t see her anywhere. A smattering of bubbles escaped your lips as you sighed in frustration and swam further towards the depths. In your efforts to hunt down the physical manifestation of the Ocean of Dreams, you failed to notice that the currents were getting far too strong for you to swim through.
Now, you didn’t need to breathe oxygen thank to Morpheus making you immortal… but it wasn’t exactly comfortable holding your breath, or accidentally inhaling the salty water. So when your body began getting tossed and turned like you were in a hamster ball and it was being shaken, you started panicking. Floundering, the water around you began shifting from chilly cold to warm… and then back again. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm. Your arms cartwheeled through the salt water until the temperature stayed warm and a bright light appeared. The storm must have finally disappeared!
You kicked your way towards the surface, hoping that Lucienne would know why the Ocean of Dreams had gotten so upset and the weather so irritable. The moment your face broke the surface you knew that something was very wrong.
First, it was way to hot for you to be in the dreaming. Second, it didn’t sound like you were in the dreaming. Third? When you opened your eyes you were most definitely not in the Dreaming!
“Ah shit,”
You spent a solid five minutes panicking about the fact that you were most definitely not in the Dreaming anymore. Morpheus was going to go ballistic when he found out. Then your panic increased because you didn’t know where you were, and you were in the middle of an ocean! At least you could see land, but it was a distance away from you. Still coming to grips with what you were dealing with because hello, some magic fuckery had just occurred and you were not kosher with it, you paddled towards a weird looking boat in the distance.
As you grew closer, you could hear shouting in a language you didn’t quite understand, and the sounds of screaming. Focusing on the words, the power Morpheus imbued within you shifted the strange words until you could understand them. Greek. A child had fallen overboard. Your eyes dropped to the water and you spotted a dark haired child splashing around violently. You didn’t think twice about quickly swimming towards the child as they disappeared beneath the surface of the water.
Dipping back below the oceans surface, you swam your way over to the squirming child, a girl. She was wrapped up in a beautiful white cloth that was currently hindering her ability to swim. You made to her and wrapped your arms around her thin body before looking up and kicking your way back to the surface. When your head broke the surface, you made sure you pulled the child up so her head too, was above the choppy waters.
She was clutching your forearm in a death grip, nails digging into your flesh. You were glad that she wasn’t trying to claw her way on top of you. Spitting out ocean water you’d accidentally swallowed, you began carefully side stroking your way over to the odd boat. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, given that people didn’t just appear it the middle of the ocean. As it turned out, luck was on your side and the greeks who hauled you and the little girl up onto the ship were entirely convinced that you were some lost noble… all because of of the clothes you wore.
Apparently only the rich and noble people of Greece could afford to wear purple clothing.
The boat was taking the little girl, a daughter of one of the nobles in Athens (how the hell did you end up in Ancient Greece?), home after visiting her aunt in Crete. She’d accidentally tumbled over the side and now refused to let you go for fear of a repeated event. So you were awkwardly standing around in your ‘strange clothes’ while the little girl held onto you like a baby monkey. At least when the boat docked at the harbor of the ancient city of Athens, in all its blazing glory, you were offered a cloak to cover your strange clothing.
Clearly the little girl you’d rescued came from a very rich family, because the carriage that you’d been herded into was lavish. You sat inside it while warriors on horses surrounded you, and spent a good twenty minutes trying to think of what the hell you were going to do, let alone say, because this was way out of your realm of expertise.
“What is your name?” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Well, they already thought you were some lost noble or princess… might as well play it off as some greek god blessing or something… hopefully the gods wouldn’t be too upset with you. Not that they would be able to raise hand towards an Endless’ wife…
“You may call me Elpis,” You told the little girl. “What is yours?”
“Kynna, are you the great spirit Elpis mama told me about?” Soft brown eyes gazed at you with such reverence, you wanted to say yes and make her dreams come true. But you couldn’t exactly claim to be someone you were not. You stroked your hand over her still damp hair.
“I’m afraid it is only a name sake,” You replied, lifting your gaze to see several grand buildings pass by as the carriage rattled and shook. “I was lost at sea but the gods brought me to you.”
“Well if you’re lost… you can just live with us while we find your family!” Kynna exclaimed with a wide beaming smile. “Panathenaia is starting tomorrow, they’ll be lots of parties and pretty dresses, and we get to give a new peplos to Athena!”
“I don’t think that will be up to me,” Your words didn’t hinder the excited babbles of Kynna, and while she continued to talk animatedly, you mulled over what you were going to say when you got to your destination.
You didn’t have to say much, the greek noble woman of Kynna’s family, along with the other aristocratic women from surrounding families living in the housing surrounding the communal living space and baths, were entirely convinced you were an aristocrat who had some how fallen overboard and lost most of her memory. You were fine playing amnesiac as it meant less questions. You just had to get used to a different lifestyle while you tried to figure out what the hell had happened to you.
A circle of woman around your age, Merope, Agapia, and Helike, had taken you under their wing while servants scurried about in preparation for the Panathenaia. Your modern clothes had been ditched for a silk peplum that draped around your body and showed skin in several places, and you’d been adorned with a multitude of jewelry by Kynna’s father for saving his little girl. In essence, you looked exactly like the woman everyone thought you to be: Elpis, a greek aristocrat with amnesia.
You’d spent the first couple of days hiding out in Kynna’s household, not sure of yourself and not wanting to make trouble for the family, but your trio of new friends had convinced you to come out to the communal space on the promise of seeing several handsome men and enjoyable drink and food. Eye candy and snacks, you were down for that. So you were walking with your gaggle of friends and contributing to the objectification of several fine greek men who had arrived home for the Panathenaia, when Merope had wanted to visit the sun room to see what special guests had arrived.
“Oh I heard Theos returned from Sparta looking for a wife.” Agapia gushed as she combed her fingers through her hair.
“Forgive me for not immediately fawning over this Theos… who is he?” You asked as Merope and Helike giggled.
“He’s Athen’s most prized warrior, competed in the last Olympic Games and won several events.” Agapia explained to you as your group walked beneath a trellis tunnel of roses. She went on to explain, in detail, every millimeter of the specimen known as Theos and by the time Helike was telling Agapia to stop drooling, you were very interested in seeing if this Greek was as handsome and strong as he sounded.
“Oh don’t stop now, you’ve gotten me interested,” You mused with a soft laugh while passing a group of men who eyed each and everyone one of you. Your laugh was like a gentle bell softly ringing and easily drew eyes. Helike rolled her eyes, Agapia was oblivious (far too busy drooling), and Merope fluttered her eyelashes but stayed silent.
“I am sure there shall be a man at the festival who willwin your hand, Elpis,” Agapia said while holding her hands to her chest. “Because while we all know that you’ve got heads turning, you appear to have very little interest in those we have crossed paths with so far. Mark my words, you shall find someone you desire by the end of Panathenaia.”
You rolled your eyes, you’d humor the women. They’d been so kind and generous to you despite you being a total stranger… but it wasn’t like you could admit that you were already married, and didn’t even belong in this era.
“As you say, Pia,”
“Oh, I can’t believe it!” Merope gasped quietly the moment you entered a large room with many lounging chairs and dozens of greeks laying about. You hummed in question and looked at her. “Lord Oneiros has decided to be in attendance!”
Something perked up within you at the mention of Oneiros, and your head snapped to the dark haired beauty in confusion.
“Sorry, did you say Oneiros?” You asked, your voice coming out in an odd tone. You’d heard that name before, when Morpheus had assisted Calliope upon hearing her call. She referred to him as Oneiros. Morpheus was Oneiros. How could he be here? The girls gathered around you and gestured to a corner of the room. Your eyes followed and you felt your heart freeze your chest. This wasn’t possible, was it?
How could it be that your dark and broody husband, was sitting in the corner of the room dressed in robes of black, complete with a laurel crown perched upon his midnight curls? You trembled in place, fighting against the urge to charge forwards and throw yourself at him because you really missed your husband and just wanted to go home. But as you gazed at the Dream Lord, you began picking up on his mood, his temperament. He was surrounded by a cloud of pain that you could feel in your heart, deep within his beautiful blue eyes was a raw hurt that nearly pulsated from his being. Oh. Oh fuck. Ancient Greece… Calliope the Muse… Orpheus. As if feeling your stare, sharp blue eyes shifted and met yours. No recognition could be found within their depths. He didn’t know you. But he was intrigued.
“I wonder who the lucky women will be this year,” Agapia softly wondered, the other two agreeing with her sentiments. “They say he is a voracious lover, indulging in the delights of many before finally picking the ones he desires.”
A dark eyebrow rose ever so slightly accompanied by the smallest of smirks, and something within you cracked. He was Morpheus, but he wasn’t yours. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and quickly tore your eyes away from those of the Dream Lord.
“We should fill our bellies before the rest of the men arrive, the gods know they’ll eat it all,” You rushed out, your heart pounding in your chest painfully. Herding your friends in the opposite direction of Oneiros, you were desperate to get away from the being that you, one day, would call yours.
Date Published: 12/30/23
Last Edit: 12/30/23
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