Req -ftm reader + sebastian, getting ready with each other to go out, doing eyeliner and stuff, fluffy type thing đť idk i love your writing style so just do whatever! thank you!! :]
Thank you so much !! i love this req sm, when i start my next save of sdv iâm going after sebastian!! currently on shane but both of them are just so ⌠meeowww.
âOh! {Name!} Hi!â Robin brightened as you walked in, sorting some tools and papers at her desk. âYouâre here for Sebby, I assume? Heâs downstairs.â
You smile back at the woman, nodding as you adjust your bag. Robin has been super excited when you mentioned a date today, always happy to see you and Sebastian together- maybe she was a bit too invested in her sonâs love life, but you couldnât blame her too much.
The two of you chat for a few minutes before you excuse yourself and go down into the basement, not bothering to knock on your boyfriendâs door.
Sebastian, half in jeans, squawked in surprise as the door opened, stumbling before falling into a heap. You bit back laughter as you move over to help, grinning at the man.
He blinked up at you, hair still wet. âYoba, you scared me. Erg- are you early? Oh, shit, you arenât, are you-? Am I late to our own date? Iâm so s-â
You cut off his stammering with a small kiss, chuckling. âYouâre fine. I finished up my farm work early, I figured Iâd come rather than hang around if thatâs cool..?â
Sebastian nodded quickly, wincing as he got his jeans all the way up and rubbed the back of his head. âYeah, yeah. Thatâs fine. Um, sit. Iâll be ready soon..!â
You plop yourself onto his bed, smirking as you watch your boyfriend move around, hesitating at his dresser. â..hey, um, {Name?}â
He was looking at you, a shy, almost nervous expression on his face. âI was.. uh, wondering if you could do eyeliner for me? Haley mentioned that you know how to and..â
Sebastian chewed on his bottom lip, his pale cheeks tinted red. You grinned, nodding. Emily had sent Haley to buy some eggs from you the other day and she happened to see a eyeshadow palette your mom sent, spurring a conversation about makeup that she was delighted about.
You werenât a makeup artist of course, but you were fairly good at it from days pre-transition, and still enjoyed using some occasionally. Especially since it made Sebastian stare at your painted face in blatant admiration that heâd try to excuse with something about the heat.
You grin at him, nodding. Sebastian brightened, fumbling through his stuff for a moment before getting a small pencil out and coming back to you. He sat, watching you curiously. âI tried, once. Maru said I looked like a raccoon.â
You snickered a bit at it, grinning. âWell, Iâm sure you were the cutest raccoon ever. Okay, close your eyes.â
You settle yourself half on his lap, careful as you began to draw a wing on his eyes. One hand held his jaw, keeping him steady, Sebastian almost holding his breath as if worried heâd mess you up by breathing.
He had his hands resting absently on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. Sebastian grumbled a bit, wrinkling his nose. âFeels funny.â
âMm. You get used to it. Okay, there.â You lean back, grabbing your phone and using the camera to show him. He blinked at his reflection, looking at you. â..wow. I look..â
âHot?â You supplied helpfully, Sebastianâs cheek flushing as he pushed you a little. You laughed, cupping his face and kissing him. âSeriously. Please learn how to do eyeliner, you look so good.â
He smiled at you as you both leaned back, standing up from the bed. â..Iâm glad I met you, {Name.} Youâve done so much for Pelican Town, obviously, but youâve also done so much for me..â
You soften, beginning to respond before Sebastian springs back, cheeks red as he tugs you upstairs and to his motorcycle. Both yours and his helmets sat next to it, a Christmas present from Robin to âkeep safe!â
Sebastian glanced at you, gaze gentle and adoring as you help him get the helmet on.
âOkay. Cmon, lets get this date started.â
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!! i wasnt sure how to end it so iâm hoping it was alright, hope you enjoyed it ans thank you for your request!!
req - hey could you write a will graham x reader who Will feels so comfy with her he dont get nightmares when she's there? or anything for Will plss he doesnt get lots of fics in heređ
pretty sure its gn reader but it was written w male reader in mind !!
cw : soft and clingy willâ˘ď¸ one sexual joke
Will blinked blearily at the TV screen, some movie playing on the screen. Some romance that had started after his show ended, neither of you having cared enough to reach for the remote to stop it.
You were scrolling on your phone when he glanced up, head in your lap. One hand was carding through his hair, gently scratching his scalp in a way that made him press against your hand. Will groaned softly, getting your attention. You glanced down, grinning a bit. âOh, hi. You fell asleep, babe.â
He blinked again, frowning. âWha.. really? Sorry, I didnât even.. how long was I asleep?â Will pulled himself up, wincing at the way his back popped. You hummed noncommittally, checking the time. âUh, five hours.â
Will stared at you, frowning more. Fives hours of actual, solid sleep with no nightmares? He could barely take a thirty minute nap without a nightmare, why was he suddenly- oh.
Oh.
You smile at his expression, his cheeks going red as he dropped down and pressed against you. âI donât think youâre ever allowed to leave, {Name.} Youâre not allowed to.â
âAnd, can I ask why, dear?â You ask, letting Will settle against you, his face pressed into your shoulder. You gently cup his cheek, making him meet your eye.
âThatâs the best Iâve slept in.. god knows how long. I, um.. think maybe itâs cause of you..?â He admitted quietly, squinting and looking for his glasses. He had fallen asleep with them on, and you had taken them off and set the glasses on the coffee table to prevent the pair breaking.
Your hand freezes in his hair, the curls soft under your fingers. You give him a shit-eating grin, Will huffing out a breath and shoving your shoulder lightly. âShut up. Stop looking at me like that.â
He huffs more as you bark out a laugh, your hands on his hips as you tug him closer. âOh, cmon! Itâs cute, Will. Iâm glad I make you so comfortable.â
You cup his face with one hand, thumb stroking his cheek. Will blinks a bit more, already sleepy again, leaning into your hand with a small sigh. â..Iâm really glad I met you..â
A small grin appeared on your face, Will dropping his head onto your shoulder and pressing closer. Sometimes you joked that he could climb inside your skin and he still wouldnât be close enough, usually being followed up with Will grumbling about you being inside him wasnât close enough and having a hand put over his mouth.
Will sighed, content and half-asleep. âCan we move ât the bed? Wanna go back ât sleep..â
You hum in response, helping him up and walking the man to his room, keeping care to move over the dogs scattered across the floor. One raised his head to blink at you two, and you bit back a laugh. âWill. Babe, yknow that saying where a pet looks a lot like his owner?â
Will glared at you, though it wasnât very threatening as he fell onto his bed and was immediately asleep. You shake your head, laying down and hugging him to your chest.
~~~~~~End~~~~~~
hope you enjoy, sorry it was short!! feel free to leave a req =)
Kaveh has a bad day. Alhaitham is there to fix it.
Kavehâs day was utter shit. He had to leave before the sun was even up to travel to his clientâs home. It was terribly hot so he opted to go in his regular shirt and thinner pants, the sun making his skin sticky and uncomfortable.
He had waited an hour for his client, then two. Then three. Finally, the woman showed up, took one look at him, and decided she would only address him as âmiss.â Kaveh cut the meeting short for obvious reasons, uncomfortably aware of his binder pressing into his skin
It had started raining- hard, too. There were no cars or people in sight, and since his phone had died, he had no choice but to walk in the rain or face that awful client again. By the time he finally got into town, he was soaking wet and swallowing back tears.Â
Kaveh had realized he had left his officeâs window open at home, as he usually did when it was wonderful out, and the sudden rain would probably ruin his blueprints and his books.
He finally reached the door to his home, patting his pockets only to find no keys. Kaveh stopped, thinking hard then releasing a soft curse as he realized he didnât grab them in his rush this morning. Alhaitham was probably still at work, and he didnât want to bother his lovely boyfriend by showing up soaking wet and on the verge of tears. Kaveh sat on the steps, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes in attempt to ward off crying.
âAngel? What are you doing out here?â Alhaitham asked. Kaveh snapped his head around, startled. He was standing in the opened doorway, wearing sweatpants and the stupid, dark green sweater Kaveh had gotten him for Christmas. There was a poorly embroidered deer on the front that had made Haitham bark out in laughter when he unwrapped it.
âGet inside..! Youâll catch a cold.â Alhaitham tutted like a mother scolding her child, pulling Kaveh inside. He quickly went down the hall to fetch some towels and dried clothes, Kaveh shivering. It hurt to breathe- when was the last time he took the binder off? This morning.. no, last night? Shit, Alhaitham is gonna murder him.
His wonderful, perfect boyfriend returned, wrapping a towel around him and taking Kaveh to the shower. Kaveh stared when Alhaitham stood there until he took the hint, and grumbed about how heâs seen him naked plenty of times as Alhaitham left.
He turned off the light, slowly peeling his soaking clothes off. Even more slowly with his binder; whimpering a tiny bit at the pain. He shut his eyes, letting the hot water pound down onto his cold body.
After scrubbing his entire body except his chest, Kaveh turned off the water and dried himself. He started to reach for his binder, jumping at the knock at the door.
âI left my big hoodie that you like so much in there. Take a break from binding, angel.â
Kaveh could feel tears welling up again and he quickly wiped them away, pulling the sweatpants and hoodie on as he padded out. Alhaitham waited for him, smiling gently. âThereâs my handsome boyfriend. Come on, Iâm brewing some of your favorite tea and I set up your favorite movie..â
The smile on his face dropped when Kaveh started crying, immediately moving over and hugging him. âLove- love, what did I do?â
He shook his head, sniffling. âYou didnât- you didnât do anything wrong. Youâre perfect. So fucking perfect.â
He cupped his face with a worried expression, kissing Kaveh gently without another word. He followed his senior into the living room, fetching the tea when it was done. Kaveh pressed into his side, ranting to Alhaitham about his day.
Alhaitham was absolutely fuming at the sadness in Kavehâs voice about his client, making a mental note to deal with her the next day at work. He shook his head a little, pressing sweet kisses to Kavehâs head. âI got done early. Figured I might as well come home and wait for you. Didnât think Iâd have to rescue my poor boyfriend from drowning on our doorstep.â
Kaveh whined, shoving at him gently. Alhaitham grinned, stroking his back as they went silent again.
âHaith?â
âMm..?â
âWill you marry me?â
Kavehâs voice was small, shaking from nerves. Everything in Alhaithamâs body shut down at his words. Kaveh sat up, eyes wide.
âI didnât- oh, archons. Yoh probably want a ring and a big surprise, right? You deserve that and- oh, I shouldâve gotten your grandmotherâs permission first..!â
Alhaitham shut him up with a gentle, loving kiss. He was grinning like a mad man when he pulled away, cupping Kavehâs face. âAlways thought Iâd be the one proposing. Of course Iâll marry you, angel. And Grandma has been bothering me about making you a real part of the family anyway, you wouldâve gotten it without problem..â
Kaveh kissed him again, grinning back as he put their foreheads together. âIâll go out tomorrow and find you the perfect ring. It.. archons, I was having a terrible day, and then I come home and you make it the best day of my life. Youâre the best thing in my life..â
He closed his eyes again, feeling Alhaitham leave ghost kisses all over his face. âOh, Kaveh.. youâre the best thing in mine. Archons, I cannot wait to call you my husband. Iâll be the luckiest man alive.âÂ
Kaveh giggled, feeling so giddy as Alhaitham spoke. He could do anything. He could probably talk to his client again- not that he wants to. He doubts Alhaitham would let him anywhere near the woman anyway.
He felt like the luckiest man. No matter how terrible his day, Kaveh always got to come home to Alhaitham with his loving touches and gentle eyes. Alhaitham, who always knew Kaveh was upset just by looking at him and would put up with his awful taste in movies just for the sake of cheering Kaveh up.
Prince Alhaitham has lived an enchanted life. His grandmother, the queen, adored him. All the women- and some men, in his kingdom loved him. He loved them back.
The son of the royal gardener returns after years abroad to help his mother, and accidentally steals the prince's heart
CW ~ explicit set, kaveh is transgender (ftm), cunnilingus, haitham is a loser in love
Note ~ this is from my AO3 account (vindesia) :) hope you enjoy, please comment if i missed any warnings !!
part two (coming!!)
Prince Alhaitham has nearly never had the word no said to him. Heâs the darling boy of his equally darling grandmother, and the beloved prince by the kingdom. Heâs certainly never had someone- besides his mother, of course, - yell at him
So, when the overwhelmingly pretty gardener's son broke that streak, he was very taken aback. He was walking through the gardens as he usually did on empty schedules, and stepped right into a newly planted azalea bush.
A man- a very beautiful man, at that, turned from where he was speaking to the main gardener, Tighnari. His guard, Cyno, was quite infatuated with the male. The stranger had marched over, eyes full of fury. âWhat the hell are you doing?! I just planted those! Are you blind?!â
He had just stared at the man, his blonde hair pulled back hastily and red eyes sharp as if daring him to argue back. There was a smear of dirt on his cheek that he nearly reached out to brush away. Haitham decided in that moment he was in love and simply had to have the man.
Cyno had no objections to their mornings being consumed by Alhaitham roaming the gardens and striking up small talk with Kaveh- the son of the sweet gardener, he learned. He was able to sneak off with Tighnari on more than one occasion while Alhaitham and Kaveh bickered.
Haitham sighed as he sat at his desk, looking at his valet. âWill you summon Kaveh to my room, please? I do not wish to be disturbed afterwards unless I call for you. Thank you..â
The gardener boy came in soon enough, looking almost nervous for once. Alhaitham decided he hated the look of fear on Kaveh and vowed to kiss it off. He smiled gently, pouring them both a cup of wine. âSit. Please. Youâre not in trouble, I merely wanted to speak to you.â
Kaveh sat, folding his hands into his lap. Alhaitham adjusted his seat so they were facing each other, close enough he could reach out and touch the target of his desires. He downed the wine, taking a deep breath.
âIâm sure youâve noticed that Iâve taken a liking to you, Kaveh. You are.. to put it simply, the most angelic man Iâve had the fortune to set my eyes on. Perhaps out of the entire world. I fear if I am unable to touch you- worship you, I may die.â
He silenced himself, watching the way those beautiful eyes widened. Kaveh swallowed thickly, gripping the fabric on his leg tightly. âYou.. this is a cruel joke, Prince. Itâs unkind to play with the feelings of a poor peasant,â he said softly, voice wavering. Alhaitham smiled, shifting closer. He tentatively placed a hand on Kavehâs knee, staring at his pretty face.
âItâs not a joke, angel. Youâve consumed my dreams.â Alhaitham whispered, sliding the hand up slowly and relishing in the soft gasp that escaped Kavehâs lips. They looked so soft, and he craved the right to kiss them.Â
Kaveh stared at him, the gap merely inches- Alhaitham was getting drunk on the sweet, floral and honeyed scent from Kaveh. He leaned forward with sudden vigor, kissing Alhaitham like he couldnât live without it.
His hands slid eagerly up Kavehâs body and rested on his thighs for a moment, before effortlessly scooping the older male up and moving to the bed. Alhaitham kissed him again, pulling away merely for the need to breathe.Â
âPri- Haitham. I donât..â Kaveh closed his eyes, lips swollen and pink. âI do not have the body you think I do. I was- I was born a woman. Iâm sorry..âÂ
Alhaitham tilted his head, giving him a little, adoring smile. âWhy would that matter to me? I would worship your body even if you had nothing. I will coax pleas from your mouth with whatever you have.â
He kissed away the tears threatening to spill from those eyes. Kaveh pushed him off as they undressed, sliding off the bed and onto his knees. The way he was so easily pushed around made Alhaithamâs throat go dry, and his boxers tent even more so.Â
Kaveh grinned up at him, pulling the briefs down and pressing kisses to his inner thighs. Haitham gasped when one of those beautiful, soft hands wrapped around his cock and stroked slowly. âOh, fuck..â
He watched the man shut his eyes, kissing the head of his cock and then slowly sliding it into his mouth. It took every inch of self-restraint Alhaitham had not to buck up into his warm, wet mouth. He wasnât convinced Kaveh was not an incubus, gasps and pleas for more escaping his lips at Kaveh sucked.
âFuck- fuck, god- stop stop stop-!â He moaned out loudly. Kaveh pulled off, looking up at him with a spooked expression. âWhat? What did I do wrong?â
Haitham wanted to curse himself forever, pulling Kaveh up onto the bed. âI want to finish with you, angel.â
The gardener grinned, reaching up and pulling Haitham into another all-consuming kiss that he gladly returned.Â
âAngel, may I?â He whispered, hands resting on Kavehâs boxers. He watched the way he nibbled on his lip and wished Kaveh was biting on his neck instead. He watched the way he slowly, shyly nodded and broke in a grin.Â
He tugged them off, leaving them both completely naked. Haitham stared- how can a mortal man be this perfect? It was unfair. He shook his head clean of thise thoughts, kissing every inch of Kaveh. He started at the lips in his dreams, slowly moving down his chest and stomach until he reached his thighs.
Alhaitham kissed each one, eyes shut as he pressed a gentle kiss to Kavehâs pretty bottom growth. His head spun at the little cry that escaped, giving it a tiny, gentle suck and rubbing his pussy. Kaveh moaned this time, hand in his hair.
He smirked a little, licking up his folds and pushing a finger in slowly. The noises Kaveh made were going straight to his cock.
âOh god- Haitham- prince..!â He whimpered, grinding against his face with a desperate moan. Haitham closed his eyes, eating Kaveh out like a starved man.Â
He opened his eyes to look up at the man, lapping up his wetness. Kaveh had thrown his head back onto the pillow, back slightly arched as sounds of pleasure escaped him.
âHaith- âm gonna- please please please-â Kaveh sobbed out, Haitham giving his hips a gentle squeeze as his tongue dipped deeper in. The older man cried loudly, pressing Alhaithamâs face deeper into his pussy as he came.Â
Alhaitham sat back, licking his fingers and his slick-covered lips slowly. Kaveh stared down at him, eyes dark with arousal. He grinned up at his angel, crawling up as kissing him.
âDo you want me to finish you off..?â Kaveh asked softly, sliding his hand down and touching Haithamâs softened cock. He looked down, confused. Alhaitham grinned sheepishly, kissing his neck. â..I may or may not of came untouched because of you, darling.â
He kissed Kavehâs throat and shoulders, gentle and soft. The blonde manâs face was reddened, tilting his head away. âI should leave, prince.â
Alhaitham frowned at him, shaking his head. âPlease stay. I promise itâll be safe, angel. I want you to stay with me..âÂ
Kaveh swallowed, then sighed. âFine. I suppose itâd be rude to leave you immediately after the best orgasm of my life..â
His eyes brightened, pressing happy kisses against his fair skin. Alhaitham wrapped his arms around Kavehâs waist, laying them both down comfortably on the bed.
âYou are the most beautiful man Iâve ever had the ability to look at,â Alhaitham whispered, eyes closed as sleep tugged at him. âIf you just say the word, Iâd give you the entire kingdom. Iâd marry you immediately.â
Alhaitham didnât notice the way Kaveh tensed up at his words, smiling as he drifted asleep.
btw i'm moving all my works to AO3 as well! so if you happen to see something that looks familar, it's mine :D my username is vindesia on there if you wanna support me :) gonna try to post more stuff on here i promise, i've just been tweakin over school
Now, Palestinians lost their right to even be just numbers.
"Yesterday, Israel achieved one of the main objectives of its war against Gaza's health organisations. The death toll of thousands has been causing a worldwide uprising of anger against Israel, which increases every day as the numbers increase. With the health system collapsing, the health administration can not count the numbers of deaths and injuries. Starting today and to the end of the war, perhaps even years after, we won't know the real death toll. They will be buried in mass graves or be left in the open or under the rubbles for their corpses to rot. We would have liked to say that Palestinians are humans, lives, faces, and names, and not just numbers. Now, Palestinians lost their right to even be just numbers. The world was too cheap to leave them with even just that"
Requests: âDonât make me say it. I canât say the words.â & âYou are everything. Everything.â Although I did change it to âYou are everything to me. Everything.â
A/N: Yeah, this is pretty dark guys. If youâve watched the show/read the books youâll be fine, but the crows plotlines are usually dark. I actually really like this one though! Italics are Kazâs thoughts.
Request a prompt with one of my characters!
Kaz Brekker was methodical. He planned everything he could down to the very minute. It was how he was able to become the leader of the Dregs, the Bastard of the Barrel. No one dared cross Kaz, in fear of losing their life.
His crew were nearly as untouchable as he was. Jesper, the sharpshooter. Inej, the wraith. Wylan, the demolitions expert. Nina, the heartrender. And Matthias, the druskelle. They, along with their leader, made up one of the most prominent gangs in Ketterdam.
Then there was you. You were the crow that Kaz kept tucked away from the rest of Ketterdam.
Nina had brought you to Kaz after finding you help a small child with a nasty scrape on his knee. She watched as you guided your hand over the scrape, and the cuts disappeared. She hadnât seen another Corporalnik in Ketterdam before, and knew that having a healer would help immensely when it came to heists.
Kaz was reluctant to take you in, only agreeing once heâd seen you heal a black eye Jesper had been sporting for a few days. He gave you a room at the Slat, gave you a few kruge, and introduced you to the other crows.
They were all easy to get along with. Nina helped you ease into this new life, often times joining you for meals, or taking walks through the markets with you. You had an obvious initial distaste for Mathias, often times choosing to stay away from the druskelle, but seeing him with Nina quickly put you at ease. Inej was incredibly kind to you, and graciously thanked you whenever you healed her. Wylan and Jesper were easy to get along with, often times too absorbed in each other to be aware of other things going on around them.
Then there was Kaz. It was more difficult to have a working relationship with Kaz, anyone could tell you he usually kept to himself unless he was giving orders or collecting kruge. You tried not to take his indifference to you personally.
You do remember the day things changed between you and Kaz though. The group had all come back from a heist exhausted, some injured, some just tired, but you could see Kaz out of the corner of your eye walking to his room quicker than he usually does. You followed him upstairs, and softly knocked on the door.
âCome in.â He grunted.
Youâd never been in Kazâs room before, you donât think anyone other than Kaz actually has. Itâs dark, and honestly exactly what youâd expected. A bed in the corner, a desk against the wall cluttered with paper, and a wardrobe that he was currently riffing through.
âIs there a reason youâve decided to grace me with your presence Y/n?â He asks, his tone sharp.
âHow did you know it was me?â You shuffle forward, and close his door behind you.
âEveryone else knows not to bother me after a job.â He turned his head towards you slightly, allowing you to catch a glimpse of red on his cheek.
âYouâre hurt.â You take a step towards him. He steps back from you instantaneously.
âIâm fine.â He turns back to his wardrobe.
âSaints, why must you be so stubborn?â You sigh. He doesnât answer you. âI thought you hired me to heal you, so let me do my job.â
Itâs his turn to sigh this time. It would be nice to stop the stinging sensation on his face. He glances at you, then gestures you towards him. âFine.â He sits down in the chair at his desk, and watches you slowly step towards him.
You slowly move towards him, aware of the way his shoulder tense with every step you take. You donât know exactly whatâs happened to him, but you can easily tell heâs got some sort of touch aversion after watching him for a while. The black gloves that never come off his hands are used as another layer to keep others away.
Once youâre standing in front of him you take a look at the thin cut across his cheek. âI didnât know the bastard of the barrel could bleed.â You murmur.
You donât fail to miss the slight upward quirk of his lips at your comment. He holds his breath as your fingertips hover over him. He expected to feel the waters rise up in his chest, drowning him, instead heâs surprised to feel warmth from your hand. Youâre careful not to actually touch him, pulling away once heâs been healed.
âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â You ask, stepping away from him.
That was the moment you became more than just the Dregsâ healer. Whenever you went out anywhere Kaz would send Inej with you for protection. He knew how valuable a grisha was in Ketterdam, and he was not going to let someone else take you away. He called you into his office in the Crow Club or his room in the Slat more often. Sometimes heâd need you to heal a paper cut, other times heâd just want your company while he planned out heists. On nights where he came back banged up more than usual heâd bare more skin to you, allowing you to heal him and provide him the comfort a part of him so desperately needed.
Heâd never let it be known he was growing some kind of attachment to you. You were a weakness to him, and Kaz Brekker didnât have any weaknesses.
It didnât take long for the other crows to figure out something was different between the two of you. Kaz was a cold, corrupt gang leader, but they could see a shift in him when you were near.
Heâd give you his coat if you felt cold on the walk from the club back to the Slat. He kept your favorite drink in stock at the Crow Club. Heâd look to you for your opinion on plans for heists. He whispered comments to you while he thought the others werenât paying attention, a smug grin growing on his face as you laughed at what heâd said. Soft isnât the right word for what Kaz had become when you were near. He was gentle with you.
Jesper caught you sneaking out of Kazâs room early one morning still in the clothes youâd worn the previous day. He smirked at Kaz as he ate his breakfast for the day.
âHave a pleasant night boss?â He asked over his cup of coffee.
Kaz raises a brow at him, silently asking what he meant.
Jesper simply looks over at you, who is currently in conversation with Nina and Mathias on the other side of the room. His eyes travel back to Kaz, gleaming with mischief.
Kaz looks like heâs about to hit Jesper over the head with the crowâs head of his cane. He gets a stern talking to in Kazâs office later that day, and is informed that if anyone finds out about his meetings with you, his precious revolvers might end up on someoneâs table in the market.
No one mentions any changes theyâve seen in Kaz after that. Everything goes smoothly from then on, until one particular heist.
It was a lot like any other heist, sneak into a place, steal something that costs an exorbitant amount of money, then sell it for twice the price. The problem was Kaz needed someone to sneak into a crowded party, and at that point most of the barrel could pick out any of the crows in a crowd. They needed someone that could be inconspicuous.
It was the perfect job for you. Youâd always wanted to go on the crazy adventures your friend went on so often, and this was finally something you could swing.
When you volunteered to step in, Kaz immediately refused. There was a reason he kept you locked away in the Slat during jobs.
No amount of kruge is worth putting your life on the line.
He gives excuse after excuse as to why you canât be used. You havenât done this before. You donât know your way around the building. They need their healer ready to treat them afterwards.
I canât bear the thought of losing you.
âYou donât even know how to use a weapon.â Kaz sighed, barely looking up at you from the blueprints on his desk.
âInej can teach me, right?â You turn to the wraith with pleading eyes.
Inej stutters as she looks between you, and the icy stare coming from Kaz.
âBesides, you said that you wanted me to learn how to fight.â
No, I said you should learn to use a weapon. I figured Jesper would let you shoot a few bottles behind the Slat.
âWe need them boss. Y/n is our best bet.â Jesper shrugs as he becomes the receiving end of Kazâs glare.
Kaz looks back down at his blueprints. He knows itâs going to be a busy event, and the others will be spotted on sight. He briefly wonders if he can hire someone else to do the job, but then he looks back up at you. He trusts you, more than heâs trusted anyone in a long time. He knows this is something youâre perfectly capable of, but is it something heâs willing to risk?
âFine.â He grunts. âBut Jesper and Inej will teach you to use their weapons first.â
Your hearts swells up with pride. If you didnât know any better you wouldâve thrown yourself over his desk to hug him. âThank you Kaz. I promise you wonât regret this.â
If only you knew how wrong you had been.
You did train with Inej and Jesper prior to the heist. You even practiced fighting with Mathias a little bit, who was significantly holding back his punches in fear of actually hurting you.
Kaz had made sure to drill his instructions into everyoneâs heads, until they could repeat their schedules without thinking about it. Everything had gone to according to plan on the night of, until things took a drastic turn.
He kept an eye on you for as long as he could, until he was needed somewhere else, leaving you in the crowd of the large hall completely isolated from the rest of the group.
You were doing well on your own, slowly becoming more confident as you strolled around and made conversation. You managed to distract all of the merchants with conversation long enough for the crew to get what they needed. It was nearing the time Kaz told you to meet him outside when you were spotted by someone. You vaguely recognized the face, it was a man youâd seen in the Crow Club a few times.
He mustâve known about your affiliation with the crows, because next thing you know youâre being escorted the opposite direction you need to go. You try to stay calm, and remember what Jesper and Inej taught you about fighting, but you know with them holding onto your arms itâll be near impossible to reach for the knife you have hidden away.
You end up in a courtyard behind the building when they start to question you. Simple things like âwhy are you here?â and âwhere are your friends?â. They quickly become aggravated with your innocent act, and become more incessant.
All it took was for one of the men holding you to loosen his grip for you to swing your arm away, and hit him on the side of his face with your elbow. Chaos ensued immediately. You were able to grab your knife, and used it as best you could against the three men fighting you. You had taken a few hits, but were able to stand your ground fairly well, until you felt a sharp pain in your side.
You froze, partially from shock, but mostly from the searing pain you felt. You looked down to see a dagger lodged in your side, being held onto by one of the men. He had a wicked grin on his face as he twisted the knife inside of you. You wailed out as he pulled the knife from your body, and watched as you collapsed to the ground.
âBrekker wonât be able to save you from that, little bird.â He snikered, then ran back inside with the others.
You could feel the blood pooling at your side. You tried to press a hand to the now sticky fabric of your shirt, and put pressure on the wound. You were far too hurt to be able to concentrate your powers to one spot. Your vision started to get spotty when you heard voices above you. A girlâs voice, clearly in distress, and a boyâs voice, sharp and stern.
More hands pressed to your side, then something was wrapped tightly around your waist.
You couldnât hear what they were actually saying before you felt yourself being picked up, and held in someoneâs arms. You looked up to see the figure that was holding you. A bigger build, wide shoulders, blonde hair? Mathias. Had you been conscious enough to speak you wouldâve made a joke. Something about a druskelle carrying a grisha to safety. Heâd laugh, but retort, telling you about how many times heâs had to save Nina.
You let yourself fall into the darkness after a while, your head lolling against Mathiasâ chest. Itâs okay, you thought, you knew you werenât going to make it as soon as he pulled that knife out of you. You just wish you were able to see your friends one last time, to see Kaz one last time.
Kaz could feel his heart thundering in his chest. He tried to keep a calm composure, but anyone of the crows could see the anxiety building up in him. He was barking orders as soon as he saw you laying on the ground, a puddle of your own blood surrounding you. The waves start to build in his chest. He wants to reach out and touch you, to give you any semblance of comfort, because youâre not dead, thereâs no way heâs letting you die. Heâll destroy all of Kerch before he lets that happen.
He notices when your head lolls. âQuickly.â He urges the group, speeding his own pace back to the Slat.
Once everyones regrouped they all gather in your room, where Mathias has lain you down on your bed.
Kaz tosses a pouch of coins to Jesper. âGo get some medicine. I donât care how much it costs. Get the best you can find.â
Inej kneels down next to you, whispering prayers to her saints. Mathias leaves to gather supplies to help you. Nina keeps your heartbeat steady, her hands hovering above your chest.
The waters have reached his lungs now, pulling him down deeper into the ocean. Your blood coats the scarf Inej tied around you earlier, staining the blue material a dark, deep red.
âSaints! Kaz, your heartbeat is obscenely loud! Could you please go anywhere else?â Nina snaps at him.
Kaz doesnât move for a moment, then quickly leaves your room to go to his own. He attempts to slow his breathing, to calm himself down, but anytime he closes his eyes he sees you again. You and Jordie.
Itâs days before he talks to anyone. He only ever leaves his room to step into yours. Nina occupies a chair near your bed, dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.
âStill alive.â Is all she says to him. He nods, then retreats back to his room.
He scours any and all information he has about the party, until he finds what might give him some relief. He leaves the Slat early one morning, and doesnât return until late that evening. The gold crowâs head of his cane is now a bright crimson color. Blood is splattered on his neck, and one can assume his clothes as well, though the black hides it well from anyone giving him a second glance.
Jesper is surprised to see Kaz in such a state, knowing that he liked to keep up appearances.
âHey boss, youâve got a littleâŚâ he trails off, gesturing to his neck.
âItâs not mine.â He rushes passed Jesper, back to his room to start scrubbing the blood away.
You wake up about a week after the heist. Your throat is dry, and you feel incredibly hungry. Your limbs feel weak when move to sit up.
Nina sits next to you on a chair. Sheâs slouched over, soft snores falling from her lips. You softly nudge her, and let out a hoarse âNina.â
She grumbles to herself as she wakes up. âKaz, theyâre fine.â She slowly opens her eyes to see you staring back at her, and she gasps. âSaints! Youâre awake!â
You point to the cup that sits next to her, and gulp down the water when she hands it to you.
She stands up and looks towards the door to your room. âIâm going to go get Kaz.â
You grab her wrist before she can leave you. âPlease donât. I donât think I can deal with incessant âI told you soâs right now.â
Nina scoffs. âOh please, heâs been worried sick about you. I had to kick him out of here because his heartbeat was distracting me from yours.â
âReally?â
âYeah. He even paid for some pretty pricey medicine for you. Speaking of which, here, take these.â She holds out a few pills. âNow, Iâm going to go get Kaz, and maybe after this near-death experience you two will finally just tell each other that you love one another.â
âWhat? I donât-I donât know what youâre talking about.â You shake your head.
âItâs okay, heâs not very good at hiding it either.â She smirks at you before she leaves.
Sheâs only gone a few minutes before your door swings open with Kaz in your doorway.
âYouâre awake.â He says.
You shift so that youâre sitting up on your bed. Kaz closes your door behind him, then sits down in the chair Nina had been using, his eyes trained on the floor ahead.
âIâm sorry about the heist Kaz. But I promise I didnât tell them anything-â
âI know.â
You furrow your brows. âYou know?â
He looks up at you. When he does this, you realize just how close you are to him. You can see every detail in his face. The way his blue eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight of your room. You could brush your leg against his if you shifted. You start to move away from him, afraid of touching him, but stop when what sounds like a plea escapes him.
âStay.â
You let out the breath youâd been holding, and relax beside him.
âNina said you were worried about me.â You say softly.
He laughs a little, shaking his head. Itâs a sight heâs reserved for just you. âOf course she did.â
âWere you?â
He looks into your eyes as if heâs searching for something. âI was.â He takes a breath, then turns his body so heâs facing you. âYou scared me Y/n. I thought you had died, or were close to it. And IâŚâ His admission is quiet. âDonât make me say it. I canât say the words.â He hangs his head in shame. The bastard of the barrel canât admit how he feels.
âI understand.â You nod. âI feel so much love for you Kaz, you consume my every thought. You donât need to say anything. I understand.â
He looks up at you, surprised. Surprised that someone as pure as you, someone who was literally made to heal, could ever love someone whoâs caused so much pain as he has. He slowly removes his right glove, and drops the leather to the ground. He lifts his hand to your face, hovering near your cheek.
âYou donât have to.â You whisper, body frozen.
âI want to.â He takes a deep breath in an attempt to push the waves down, and slowly caresses your cheek. His throat tightens up, and for a moment it feels like heâs drowning again. But he focuses on your warmth, and his breathing slows down again. âYou are everything to me. Everything.â
Sometimes I think abt Billie Joe Armstrong and I get so emotional. Does he know how many kids he gave the courage to come out as bisexual. How many people saw him and realized they were like him. Realized there were people like us and he told us what that was and it was Bisexual loud and proud and fuck you if youâve got a problem with that
[ID: a series of six images of Billie Joe Armstrong on stage wrapped in or holding the bisexual and rainbow flags on stage at multiple concerts. End ID]
They released a song about dressing in drag and fucking men while dressed in drag in 1997. King For A Day is, was, and always will be an extremely radical song, a revolutionary song, I cannot stress this enough especially to people born in the mid 2000âs how incredibly DANGEROUS it was for this very popular punk band to release a song like this back then. Well into the mid 2010âs it was still incredibly rare for anyone to be out and proud somewhere it wasnât safe. School, work, queer people hid. But in 1997, Green Day released a song about dressing in drag and fucking men.
Like, American Idiot contains the line âMaybe Iâm the faggot, Americaâ. People got ANGRY about it. Back then in 2004 when it was released it was because Green Day was âencouraging kids to be gayâ. Now when people get angry itâs because theyâre ignoring the history and the raw power behind that line, maybe I AM a faggot, fuck you, I like fucking dudes and I donât care what you have to say about it. Yet I still see people trying to cancel a band made up of THREE BISEXUAL MEN for saying the word faggot.
I strongly suggest people read more about Green Dayâs history in the queer community. Billie Joe Armstrong is the reason I even know what bisexuality IS. And that itâs what I am. They had bands like Pansy Division opening for them in the 90âs, they fucking FOUGHT people in the audience for being homophobic. Billie Joe can and will kick your ass while Mike Dirnt and TrĂŠ Cool act as his personal hype men and add sound effects with the bass and drums. It fucks.
Itâs 2:30 in the morning idk where I was going with this my heart is full of love everyone say Thank you Billie Thank you Mike Thank you TrĂŠ. Blows a kiss for every other bisexual. Including myself. Goodnight
This is my first time requesting sth and it feels weird, okay-
So, for about a week I had that one idea of a Morpheus/Love!Mmmale Reader, Like hes one of the Primordal Gods-> More important than Morpheus and [...]. ON the point. I wanted to ask for an angst to fluff. Like while Morphy is locked or, Reader, who is married to Morpheus, falls asleep and noone can wake him up, so people(and gods too ofc) slowly Loose their love(Love in as the feeling). AND WE ALL NEED LOVE. So when morpheus then wakes up again he goes back home, cant find his Husband he searches evrywhere, He has a lot of canonly flashbacks and stuff blablabla. After a while he visits the Readers Realm and sees that it's also destroyed blublublub he wakes them up and happy end. I just have I writerblock atm...
If u want to u can add smut but idrc '-' Also its just fine if u dint wanna write that. :D
With greetings
~Luce
It Is Better To Have Loved And Lost (Than Never To Have Loved At All)
Summary:
Among the thousands in existence, you chose him. Took his hands and demanded he ignore the ire of your kin, placed a ring on his finger, and declared yourselves wed. âI am Love; my union ascends all others; we need no blessing nor any witness,â Morpheus remembers laughing, head bumping yours as you swayed with him.
âMy LoveâŚ.â he whispered to himself, head hanging; he heaved in a breath, glancing up at the harsh light above; surprising himself, Morpheus prayed. He muttered your name, you were a god, you would answer his prayers, but there was no such luck.
Pairings:
Morpheus x Male!Reader
Tags:
Primordial God Of Love Reader | Angst With A Happy Ending | Sleeping Beauty Elements | Reunions | Flashbacks |
Words: 3981
Author's Note:
Welcome, I adore the request, and as usual, went diving through the internet for some of that good ol' â¨research⨠I also spent way too long reading through Greek Myths, but that was just for my own amusement.
The bleak sandy plains of the dreamworld were one of the last things you saw; the domes and expanses you and Morpheus had once spent hours crafting had fallen, shifting to nothingness as the realm died in its primary rulerâs absence. All around the remains of the palace, dreams faded; the nightmares were not spared this fate, their forms dissipating. Lucienne had long since left, possibly in search of another primordial god, one who could perhaps drag you from your stupor and continue your duties. But how could you, your husband, the very being whose love youâd come to crave, was gone.Â
The anguish of the waking world without Morpheus sent you diving into the dreaming world; very few gods ever chose to sleep; youâd only done so before to experience what humans did, and now you did so to dream. To dream of your husband. Of his voice. Of his eyes. Of his love. You slept to dream of what youâd been so unfairly robbed of. It had started simple; youâd lie on your side, eyes distant yet thoughts running, then youâd closed your eyes, relaxed your mind, and the thoughts became a nigh reality. His voice close yet far, the memory of his touch a shiver on your skin - the rush of euphoria had sent you falling from the bed. It had only been a few minutes, and your consciousness - the very being of love - had barely left the world unnoticed then, but now? Now you curled away at every chance. Hours became days, then weeks, and soon enough, you went six, maybe seven months sleeping, all the while the world around you withered, love thinning as your mind turned to slumber.
The higher beings were well aware. At first, they hadn't thought much of it, but now they quivered as they turned against each other, hatred seeping into their celestial domains, and what little devotees they had turned away, they came, begging, screaming, crying, but you turned away. They would hound you with pleas, and you would curl the pillow around your head, block them out and walk into the comfort of your dreams. When the Dreaming decayed further, you simply returned to your domain. The Dreaming decayed, but that did not deter you; your own domain - the Gardens - fared no better. The flowers and trees youâd once adored and tilled with Morpheus wilted around you, and a few of the nightmares and dreams followed you, seeking refuge, unknowingly trading one ill fate for another. Their fear, their frustration, your lament, it all soaked into the Gardens; the plants grew, thorns sprouting forth, fruit rotting, and leaves falling; they caged you away. And you rejoiced, welcoming the isolation.
You slid your arms into Morpheusâ coat - the only one youâd managed to grab before theyâd all disintegrated - the sky was a starless blanket, and the once abundant wildlife had twisted into nightmarish creatures - cries reminisce of weeping. The blankets lulled you in, warmth loosening your limbs, your eyes drooped, Morpheusâ soft laugh sounded in your head, your arm stretched out along the bed, and you mumbled his name, eyes finally drifting shut. You opened your eyes to Morpheus, the world around you equal parts a dream and a memory - the Gardens as they once were, golden domes polished, outlandish creatures and fantastical plants greeted you. The echoes of the higher beings outside drifted away as Morpheus took your hand, the memory - many happy moments combined - the dream - Morpheus by your side.
âElegant as always, my love,â his copy spoke, thumb stroking your cheek.
Your eyes softened at the nickname, love, nothing to many, but to between you and him, the greatest declaration, the assertion that your devotion was returned.Â
âMy love.â
âMy love.â
âMy love.â
âMy love.â
The words strung through your ears, never going louder, as they brought your mind serenity, he held you close, and you did your best to return the touch. His form felt empty and unreal, but you did not dwell on it; too much introspection and the dream would fall apart. You drew apart, âShall we head to the terrace?â
You nod, and the world moves; the terrace comes to you, a table laid set, synthetic food lay waiting, aromas you remembered surround you, and the phantom touch of the sun shone brightly as you dined. Books flew at your command, but their pages held no words, at least none youâd understand - gibberish passages replaced the hymns of Apollo - despite that, you read, remembering what it was meant to be.
Morpheus held out his fork, a piece of cake on end; it tasted of nothing and everything, flavors of cakes from eons gone past, merged with imagination and memory as they danced on your tongue. The tastes of the other foods followed the same pattern, but it mattered little to you.Â
âMy love.â
âMy love.â
âMy love.â
âMy love.â
The echo returned, and you slumped back, thinking of the open foyer in the upper domes; you blinked, finding yourself there. Your head lay in your loverâs lap, his hands combing out the strands of your hair; you began to hum, nothing in particular but your voice carried through. The euphoria returned, imbedded with your love for Morpheus, partial but powerful, your mind drifted into a haze, and you welcomed it.
âWeâre going to socialize with others of our kind Morpheus,â you sigh, ânot being led to the gallows.â
The endless groans, burying his head in your shoulder blades, heâs still comfortably dressed in his casual attire, whereas you don your signature fit. A pastel neck collar that grew softer as it stretched to your shoulders, parting to showcase your arms, it continued, descending down your body alongside the cape from the collar, slowly morphing into soft feathers at the bottom. Your golden arm braces were heavily detailed in motifs of your domain, and the cloth around your legs began by your belt, split on the sides up to your waist; your legs accompanied your chest, being on full display for all to see.Â
âCould we just not stay here?â he asks, and you turn, hands on your hips, and you shake your head.
You open your eyes, smiling to yourself; Morpheus had grumbled about the gathering - fond of very few other cosmic beings - and youâd spent close to a half hour kissing the pout from his face, arriving at the party quite fashionably late. You sat up, finding yourself in the memory of that night, the vision of you and Morpheus, hand in hand, as you spoke to Nyx. Nyx, whose eyes turned to the real you, gaze pitying, âLove ââ she called you again, but you shook your head, unwilling for the scene to fade away. Sheâs swept away, form replaced by memory, the dream is intact again, you enter and dance away the worry. The guilt. And the pain.
Time has no hold here, the only indication of its passing being the interruptions of your kin; Nyx finds her way back in multiple times, star-styled dress drifting behind her. You run, and she chases; you throw what your imagination conjures; sometimes, itâs enough; other times, you have to hide. Her hands always reach out for you, anger and desperation in her gaze.
âLove! Cease these games and awake!â her demand carries over the horizon; you hug your knees; youâre sandwiched among clouds today, watching the primordial night pull at her hair as she searches for you. âLove! Please, we need you, we need Love.â
You place your hand over your ears, lie on your side and bite your lip; her calls die down after the third hour, and you wait another hour before leaving your hiding place. Morpheus appears before you, the copy smiles easy, and you take his hand once more, happy to be free of any disruptions.
Morpheusâ cage allowed him little privilege, his physical form burned at being contained for so long, and he yearned for the Dreaming, his freedom, and you. You, who would lay sweet kisses along his face, tuck a strand of his hair back, and leave a rose in its place.Â
âWhat use do I have for roses?â The flower was devoid of its usual thorns, the petals ruby and soft to the touch, he reached to remove it fully, but you stopped him. Pulling him to sit beside you, you hold his face, tenderly gazing at him, and Morpheus shudders, the adoration surrounding him.Â
âThey are gifts, testaments to my love,â youâd replied, thumb brushing his cheek, âyou so rarely indulge yourself in material possessions; allow yourself this.â
Morpheus smiled to himself; the rose became a fixture in his room, placed in a vase by the bed. You adored leaving flowers in his clothing, little surprises for him to find, something to cheer him up if need be. Heâd tried getting you something of equal value, but youâd stopped him, picked him from the ground, and held him in your arms, âI need no other gift than my dream.â His prison has no such luxuries.
âDo be careful, darling,â youâd said to him.Â
Morpheus had grinned, âNo nightmare could get the better of me, my love.â
âAll the same, come back to me in one piece,â you told him, seeing him off with a kiss.Â
The last kiss heâd gotten from you, he absent-mindedly reached up to his lips, fingers grazing them; your honeyed aftertaste was fading, as was the usual warmth he felt, the love, it clung uncomfortably around him, as if clinging desperately to this plane. He was thankful to be alone at this moment; what anger he used to mask his despair seemed to slip as he placed his head against the glass of his prison. He traced your name, looping the letters together; he repeated the motion, grounding himself as best he could.
âI love your eyes.â
Youâd hold his face ever so lovingly; noses pressed close as you counted the stars you claimed to see. Morpheus would hold you close, head against yours, eyes barely open as you plowed into him.
âI love your voice.â
You liked to hear him speak; the baritone of his voice did wonders when he read to you; youâd work his body as you did the ground, kneading, delving, pulling until his voice grew hoarse and his body became lax.
âI love you.â
Among the thousands in existence, you chose him. Took his hands and demanded he ignore the ire of your kin, placed a ring on his finger, and declared yourselves wed. âI am Love; my union ascends all others; we need no blessing nor any witness,â Morpheus remembers laughing, head bumping yours as you swayed with him.
âMy LoveâŚ.â he whispered to himself, head hanging; he heaved in a breath, glancing up at the harsh light above; surprising himself, Morpheus prayed. He muttered your name, you were a god, you would answer his prayers, but there was no such luck. The love he was adept at sensing was fading, so he sleeps, his only refuge, that which they cannot take from him. He finds himself alone in the dream world; even there, he curls into himself, thinking of you but also of vengeance.Â
A century passes, and then another few years before he escapes. Rage is all he feels at first, dissipating only when the younger Burgess is placed under eternal sleep, then its emptiness, uncertainty, and weariness. So long without his tools, he finds himself weak, so long without you, and he finds himself empty. Both leave him feeling uncertain. He returns to the Dreaming to find nothing - no home, no creations, no husband - he finds Lucienne, but she does not meet his gaze at times. When he asks after you, Lucienne grows uneasy, eyes darting and avoiding the question. She teeters on the verge of something, a secret on her tongue, but she says nothing.Â
âHow do you see through this?â
Morpheus quite liked his helm; having crafted it from the remains of a god, heâd felt proud when he persevered long enough to carve it. âHang on, I think Iâve got the hang of it now,â you said excitedly. The helm looked out of place on you, but Morpheus paid no mind to that, more focused on the impersonation of him you were performing. You closed your hands behind your back, head high; you deepened your voice and walked forward, âI am the SandmanâŚ.â you moved your hands in an arc, fingers spread to emphasize the nickname.
âAre you done?â he asked.
You laughed, pushing the helm up, âHave I offended you, Mr. Sandman?â
âEvidently,â he replied, a small smile on his face; he followed willingly as you dragged him towards you, the helm removed and set aside.
âOh, how rude of me. Allow me to earn my forgiveness then.â
Lucifer regarded him with mild indifference as he turned to leave; despite the general atmosphere of hell, there was something amiss. Morpheus couldnât quite put his tongue on it, but the demons and the Lightbringer seemed off, perhaps less emotional than they should be. An odd hypothesis, but âWhatâs wrong with you?â he asks either way.
âAs if you donât know,â she responded, glaring as if waiting for him to say something. When Morpheus looked at her with confusion, she paused, eyes squinting before she laughed in disbelief, âCome now, Dream King, your games wonât do you any good, not when this affects us all.â
âI donât understand ââ
âOh, you really donât know, do you?â She grins wickedly, dismissing him with a wave of her hand; Morpheus leaves hell more confused than when he entered. Retrieving the Ruby leaves him exhausted, and Morpheus becomes acutely aware of a dull feeling, the rush of his powers again covers it, but when he focuses on it, he finds it, the hole in his being; itâs not until his hostile reunion with Desire that he understands what is amiss. Love, there was no love. This became ever more clear as he watched the humans; the park heâd fed birds at wasnât crowded; the few people that were around seemed robotic; some still moved about as they should, but sometimes, they would stop, as a collective, expressions downcast as if in mourning. The children are perhaps the worst off, some of them cry, and their parents, the adults around them, almost donât care, numb to their spawns.
âYou know then?â Lucienneâs question drew his attention; she stood solemnly beside him, having appeared with another - Nyx, the Night - her usual starry appearance was as empty as a cloudy night sky.Â
âI know as much as I knew when I regained my freedom,â he replies, âyet, I know little of my husband. Where is he?â
âIn a prison of his own making,â Nyx spoke, voice equal parts exhausted and full of rage, âthough I am remiss to consider it that anymore.â
âThese cryptic answers give me nothing but headaches,â he grimaces.
Nyx fully turns to him, and Lucienne steps back, the primordial goddess is not one to be angered, but Morpheus has grown weary - every other person heâs come across knows, every single one making it clear it involves you - yet they refuse to explain.Â
âItâs best if you see for yourself,â Nyx tells him.
Morpheus remembers the first time he stepped foot in the Gardens, an accident really, at a time when the cosmos was relatively young, youâd been in the midst of âborrowingâ a few animals from the early Earth. He remembers how sheepish youâd looked when heâd bumped into you, dinosaur egg terribly stashed away, âIâm preserving them,â youâd defended, clutching the eggs to your person, âbesides, Gaia will have them dead in a few millennia, what harm would it do to keep a few?â
You always were handsome, even when thieving things from anotherâs domain. Youâd been caught, of course; Gaia was the more observant of the primordials, but it had been fun, and heâd joined you on many more âpreservation trips.â The Gardens had been a sight to behold then; what could have been and what had been grew unhindered, kept beneath your domes and around the domain; they remained forever new, never wilting, nothing like the Gardens he saw now. The entrance was covered in tall thorny branches; wilted, unhealthy roses sprung from them, some reaching out to attack anything that got too close on either side - over that, he spotted movement, the animals youâd once adored had been replaced by monstrosities, their shrieking howls reverberating around him.Â
âHeâs been asleep all this time? Did none of you think to wake him or check on him?â
âYou think we havenât?! We canât get past this; the only way Iâve been able to see him is in his dreams, a feat already difficult given your previous predicament,â Nyx seethes at him. âHe refuses to wake.â
âNo âhe wouldnât âI donât believe you,â Morpheus turns his back on them.
Lucienne sighs, âLoveâs been disappearing in the world; thereâs no solution, none that weâve found âwait!â
Morpheus had slowly been moving towards the branches and, at Lucienneâs call, had climbed over one; he shifted the size of his body, jumping, and ducking over the obstacles, all the while ignoring the warnings from his companions. He stumbled through to the other side; the creatures turned in his direction; Morpheus trekked past them slowly, always sure to keep them in his sight, growing antsy the further he made it into the Gardens. The first attack came from a flying beast, Morpheus had bumped into one of the columns, and the sound seemed to have been enough incentive to launch an attack on the endless. It dug its talons into his sleeve, making off with a good chunk of it when he swatted it away. The ones closer to land pounced at him, claws and teeth ready to make a meal of him.
They bite at his heels, and no amount of sand will put them to sleep. He looks around, mind racing to plan an escape; most of the stairs have decayed, and the only way into a majority of the structures seems to be climbing; he picks one of the lower domes - with broken windows, and a tree already crashed into it, he makes haste, ignoring the gathered animals below him as they reach up. Heâs even happier when they donât follow him, turning their backs, as Morpheus does the same. The interiors are just as altered, portraits covered in dust as vines crawl their way along their frames, and the plants are as twisted inside as they are outside. The carpets curl along their tears; Morpheus notes the silence, the occasional sound from outside coming through.
Your chambers were the only safe haven, unchanged as they were; the doors squealed as he entered. Your body lay beneath the covers, his coat around you, and the curtains drawn shut; the closer he got to you, the less dull he felt. The retreated love was here, amplified tenfold into whatever dream you were in. He shook your shoulder, calling your name, but you remained asleep, snuffling and rolling over, âDarling, please, you must awake,â he tried.
No response.
You smiled, mumbling his name, and snuggling further into the duvet. Dreams, you were trapped in your dreams; you needed to step out from the dreams. Morpheus positioned himself more comfortably, âSorry for the intrusion,â he says before entering your dream.
He falls. Fast and without control, it takes him a moment to gain it, and when he does, he meets the ground far softer. The world around him is the Gardens as they were; he hears music and heads towards it, but the world doesnât allow him, it redirects him away, and Morpheus has to assert his control. Vines shoot out to hold him back, but he persists, tripping over them onto a terrace to see you laid back with him, correction an imagined him - the details are near identical, but Morpheus, on account of the mob of beasts, is far more rugged in appearance.Â
âLove?â He calls out, and you look at him, surprised to see him; the imagined him vanishes as you stand and back away.
âThis is cold, by a lot of standards, this is very cold,â you mumble, âimitating my husband so you can drag me back into the waking world.â
âImitat âno love, itâs me, I swear,â he reaches out, but you almost flinch, backing away further from him.Â
âNo, youâre not because heâs not here, heâs gone, and I canât do a thing about it. So just turn around and leave me be.â He steps closer, and you step back, circling each other and getting nowhere; he reaches out at times but your retreat, using the dream space to keep him away. âYouâre persistent; Iâll give you that.â
âI persist because ââ
You hold out your hands in a shushing motion, âNo, I donât want to hear it; Iâm sick of the fabricated nonsense youâve all said.â You turn away from him, swinging one leg over the balcony, but Morpheus reaches out, dragging you back by your shirt - you topple into him, landing atop him; you twist around and pin his arms in the air, now thoroughly frustrated. âWhy canât you just fuck off?!â
âBecause I want my husband awake,â he replies.
âStop it! You are not my Morpheus. Youâre just some cheap knockoff!âÂ
He winces when your grip becomes tight, the searing burn of your powers on his arms, âPlease love, I swear itâs me,â he pleads, âLook at my eyes, really look at them.â Even with the power of imagination, nothing quite captured Morpheusâ eyes; you squinted your eyes and shook your head, expression morphing away from wrath.
âNo, this has to be a trick; I canât fall for this again; I donât think I could bare itâŚ.â You say, grip becoming loose again. He sits up slowly, wrangling his arms free, your own moving to hold your heads, â....I canâtâŚ.pleaseâŚ.donât make meâŚ.â you sobbed.
Morpheus calmly moved your hands aside, now holding your face, âLove,â he calls your attention once more when you refuse to meet his gaze, âI assure you, as I live and breath, I am real.âÂ
âYou canât be; itâs ââ youâre still crying, words cut out and muddled as the sobs wracked your body.Â
âI am real,â he repeats. Morpheus recites the words as many times as it takes, always keeping your gazes locked; after once such repeat, your hand comes up to his face, thumb rubbing softly against his skin. Your eyes widen, âSee,â he says, bringing your hand back and kissing it, âreal.â Itâs a rush when you collide with him, clinging to him desperately, âNow, will you wake up for me, my Love?â
You shake your head, âWhat if youâre not there? Even if this isnât a trick, it could just be me,â you lamented, âme and my madness.â
âNo love, I promise, if you open your eyes, I will be there,â he reassures you; youâre closer now; the silver of his eyes shines with determination; he leans closer, âand I wonât ever leave you again.â He closes the gap; at first, youâre in shock, but then you cling to him, hands fisted in his shirt, your eyes shut to the dream and open to the waking world. As heâd promised, Morpheus was there; you reach out hesitantly, and when he is as tangible as he were in the dream, you gasp, gathering him in your arms as he awakes.Â
He holds you, placing kisses on your head as you weep happily; you draw back and kiss him. Morpheus feels the overwhelming rush of love; the hollowness is easily filled as he reciprocates, laughs shared between moments as you rejoice in your reunion.
End Note:
I rewrote this like three times before I was happy with it lmao 𤣠Stay Hydrated.
I read your blog name as "white boys quirking on the beat" when I saw it for the first time and was like. where are the other white boys. will it be multiple jermas at once.
thereâs only one squirking white boy but if there was multiple this is what it would look like
