Hi! Can you write a Morpheus x reader where they have a big family (like five kids, with one on the way) and have been married for like 12+ years with their oldest kid being born a year into their marriage and it’s just Morpheus being a dad and him and the reader being a family with their kids (oh! Like a scene where their kids interrupt him during his serious work wanting to hang out with their dad)
Papa! Papa!
Dream of the Endless x Reader
Summary: Just a normal average day in the Dreaming with 1 mom, 1 dad, 5 kids and 1 on the way [sips tea] [butterfly fluttering] [dumpster fire] [caveman music].
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mom!reader, mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms/pregnancy struggles, 💀children💀, soft dad!dream, my ideal husband!dream, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: I LOVE SOFT!DAD FICS (so much so i got carried away T_T) IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY WRITE THIS. also, holyeaglefanlawyer since you made another req with a similar prompt, i might make that a p2 but lol it's at the very end of my req list so lskfha;sfsah so. also i had to think of 5 NAMES ASHFAHSF:LASFHAS: DEAD T_T i hope yall like em please names are so hard. i put so much thought into their names gosh
ALSO ALSO i describe the features of the kids, but they all register this way mostly because of dream's mystical-ness ya feel, not so much because of yn ok? ok good night im dead now
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx
My eyes rip open at the ear breaking screech that rings through the whole of the Dreaming. I am certain my eyes are blood shot in exhaustion, and yet I power through. I huff as I place a hand on my round belly. I slowly maneuver up on the bed I laid for a nap.
Ah. Naps. Ironic I could not find slumber in the dwelling of the Dream Lord.
I suck in a breath as I internally debate which child busted their lung out in protest of goodness-knows-what this time.
I put on my fuzzy slippers when I get to the side of the bed. I push myself up and sigh as I get to my feet, slowly making my out of my bedroom, my final place of refuge.
Farewell peace, or whatever semblance of it I had.
The moment I exit, there are a chorus of screams, groans, and giggles.
I make it to the entrance of the throne room. Immediately, I see the scattered toys and hundreds of children sprawling the area. Literally. There were a hundred plus children sprawling the area, all copies of my son-
"Noor, please," I shake my head, placing my hand on the child's tiny shoulder, "we talked about materializing copies of yourself."
"Mama!" he says in excitement, dropping the toy horse in his hand, coming up to me, sealing his arms around my legs.
I smile down at him, my little Noor. I brush his golden hair back, bright like the stars, much like what his name meant, light.
"Gadiel and I are playing armies though," the fourth born pouts, pointing across the hall where about a same hundred copies of his older brother, Gadiel, was stationed. He turns to me, gripping me tightly, "I don't want to lose to him again. He- aw!" he cuts himself off, turning to his left, "Hey! THAT HURT!"
I watch as Gadiel and Noor begin to struggle against each other from across the hall, pulling at each other's clothes, smacking each other's face.
Well, I didn't know what I was expecting, but this looked about right.
"BOYS!" I call out sternly.
The copies of my sons all turn to me as my voice echos in the hall.
"Mumma?" a whisper sounds by my ears, undoubtedly my youngest making herself known to me, though she was nowhere near me, and was lost in the sea of her brothers.
All at once, Gadiel and Noor's copies begin to disappear until it is only the Noor by my thigh, pressing his face into me while tears fled his eyes, and Gadiel, a good few feet across the hall, who was quickly making his way over.
Now that the ocean of boys were gone, I spot in the corner, on a carpet, littered with stuffed toys, my daughter, Isra, who was already looking at me, grinning from ear to ear, "Mumma!"
I watch her stand on her tiny legs, her shiny, dark hair, bouncing with every step she took. Journey of the night, the little girl's name meant. I gasp at her journey towards me when she nearly falls.
Gadiel notices my reaction then turns to where I was looking, spotting his little sister. He stops in his tracks, making a u-turn for her, helping her come to me.
I let out a breath at the sight, "good boy."
Upon hearing the praise, Noor looks out at his younger and older siblings, brows furrowing, "mama, he hit me!"
I turn down to Noor, who pulls away from me to point accusingly at his brother again, "he hit me," he repeats then begins to point at his body, "here, here, here-"
"NOT AT THE SAME BODY!" Gadiel cries out, as he holds Isra's tiny hands up while she walks in front of him. "Mama!" he calls, "he hit me too!"
"Mumma!" Isra babbles breaking into a giggle.
I meet my little girl halfway, breathing in deeply before carrying her in my arms. I grunt at the weight of it all, but I push past the heaviness when my daughter giggles and grabs my face, affectionately nuzzling into me.
"Mama look!" Noor complains, pointing to his face, "I think I have a black eye!"
I raise my brows as I look at the boy's spotless face. Gadiel then follows suit, twisting his arm around, pointing arduously at his elbow, "LOOK! HE INJURED ME!"
"THAT'S YOUR BIRTHMARK!" Noor angrily growls.
"AND YOU RUINED IT!" Gadiel bites back.
I sigh, blinking slowly in exasperation. I am calmed when Isra begins to speak nothings to me in her high pitched voice, full of splendor. I swoon at her baby talk.
I smile and nod, "yes, my girl, Gadiel and Noor have been naughty."
The boys do not even hear me when I say this.
God is my fortune, that is what my third born's name means. I must remember that--I have to remember that. God is my fortune. God is my fortune. God is my fortune. God is m-
"Silence."
The two boys jolt in their spots upon hearing the echoing sound of the deep voice of their king.
The next moment, Irsa is taken from my arm. I turn to my right, finding a kiss placed upon my cheek, "my queen, I told you that-"
"PAPA! GADIEL HURT ME!" Noor shrieks, running up to his papa's legs.
"HE HURT ME TOO!" Gadiel runs towards the man he got his blue eyes from.
"Silence!" Dream calls, looking down at his sons, who were now swatting each other. It does not work the second time around.
I release a breath, intervening, "boys."
Still nothing.
"ENOUGH!" Dream says, pushing between the boys, looking down at both of them. Isra, blissfully unaware of it all, begins to aimlessly pat her father's face, just as he begins chastising the two, "it's bad enough you woke your mother-" he stops a moment when the toddler's finger finds its way into his mouth. Dream pulls her arm back, wiping her hand on his collar, "I will not have you show such disrespect by quarrelling before the both of us."
"But papa," the two say weakly in unison.
"No rebuttals," Dream calls, "now-" Isra cuts him off when her hands flails over to his eyes, poking them unintentionally.
Noor slaps a hand on his mouth. Gadiel's cheeks expand as he holds back his laughter.
"Papa," I call, "let me-"
"It's ok, mama," Dream turns to me, raising a hand as he readjusts the child in his arm. I watch as he turns to the boys, who were now hunched over closely to each other, muttering and giggling amongst themselves, surely making fun of their father over what their sister did to him.
"Now," Dream starts, "apologize to each other."
The two let out hushed chuckles as they separate. The seven-year-old presses his lips, "we already did," crossing his arms.
The five-year-old nods his head, struggling to cross his arms, but succeeding eventually.
"Well, I did not hear it," the ???-year-old says to his boys, shaking his head. The three-year-old in his arms rubs her cheek on his shoulder. I coo at the sight of it.
Noor and Gadiel turn to each other, muttering sorry once, turning back to papa after.
"Good enough," papa says, "very well then, begone," he shoos them with a hand.
The two perk up, now off the hook. Noor runs away first, giggling about playing in Fiddler's Green. Gadiel raises a hand, gesturing that Noor should wait. Gadiel turns to his papa, motioning to his jaw, "papa, you have drool on your chin," then runs away with his brother.
I inspect Dream's face, but the man wipes his chin of any evidence before I could spot it.
"I am uncertain if I enjoy how quickly they turn into friends and foes," Lord Morpheus orates as her daughter yawns and begins to nuzzle in the crook of his neck.
I rub her back then caress his cheek, "does it matter if you enjoy it? It's not like it would change the fact."
"I am Shaper of Forms, am I not?" he says, stepping closer, hand coming up to my side.
"Ahhh," I sound, "just like how you said you'd make the twins go to sleep, only to find your powers don't work on them."
Dream turns away, brows raising at the memory, "it's not that my power does not work, it's because their own power that-"
"PAPA, I DID IT!"
The two of us turn our sights to the lanky eleven-year-old boy, waving his hands victoriously as he stands on the throne.
Dream grumbles then points, "off."
The boy drops his hands, jumping off the throne. His twin sister's mocking chuckles are faint in the air.
Dream turns to me, muttering softly, "children."
I snort as my husband leads us to his desecrated chair. I take his free hand and lean into him, continuing his words, "you wanted."
He narrows his eyes , "I am offended by the lone notion."
I break into a laugh. I tilt my head and correct myself, "we wanted."
Dream grabs my hand, placing a kiss at the back of it. He then brushes his hand on my protruding belly amorously, "yes. Every single one."
"Papa!" our eldest calls, meeting us halfway as he excitedly jogs over, "I did it! I got us back here using my own sand!"
"I helped him though!" our second-born calls, one leg thrown on the armrest of her father's throne, "he nearly got us stuck in a vacuum."
Orion rolls his eyes, "did not."
"Did too!" Aurora stomps both her feet on the ground.
"DID NOT!"
"DID T-"
"Silence," Dream mutters under his breath, as not to awaken the napping child in his arms. It is effective to the older children though.
Dream takes the boy's face into his large hand, rubbing his thumb on his cheek, "very good, my son, you have done me proud."
Orion beams, the stardust freckles on his skin shine like the very constellations of his being.
Aurora rolls her eyes, lips curling as she pushes her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around herself, "I did it first though!"
"You did, indeed, my daughter," Dream turns to her, making his way to his throne. The chair widens as to make room for the both of them, "I am proud of you for it," the king sits next to his princess, "and for the assistance you gave our prince."
Aurora turns to her papa. With Isra in one arm, Dream throws the other arm over Aurora's shoulders, pulling her close. His older daughter's hair flutters with a halo like the borealis as she leans into him lovingly.
"Orion, can you make me a cushioned chair with two pillows?" I huff, leaning on my son's shoulders, feeling exhaustion creep up on me.
Dream and Aurora turn to Orion, who then says, "I'll make them the softest, mummy!"
"Moron!" Aurora quips, "she doesn't like super soft pillows."
"Language," I call to my daughter as my son turns to me.
He verifies, "how soft do you want your pillows, mama?"
Aurora pulls away from Dream, walking over to us with a grunt, "let me do it."
"No! She asked me!"
"But you don't even know how-"
The two are silenced when a sofa chair manifests to my side.
"Oh, thank goodness," I sigh, walking over it to sit myself down, "my feet are killing me."
The twins shoot a look of daggers to the man on the throne, exclaiming both at once, "PAPA!"
Dream shrugs, "I know my queen's preferences better all of you combined."
Aurora makes a face, placing a hand on her hip, "psssh, you forgot it was her birthday last time!"
"Yeah," Orion agrees, "and you only thought of giving her a gift because you saw Gadiel and I making decorations!"
"And then you decorated the whole castle yourself!" Aurora exclaims.
"Not cool," Orion ends.
Dream purses his lips at the memory, "I made sure to keep the throne room empty for you to hang your crafts."
"Papa!" she cries, "that's not the point!"
"You shouldn't have manifested decorations," Orion mumbles, "you should have made some with us!"
Dream, in all his power, was nary a match to his twins when they ganged up on him. He rubs Isra's back, pouting in thought, "you know I'm not good at crafts."
Aurora rolls her eyes as Orion shakes his head. "We can help you, papa," they say at the same time.
"You're the one who keeps telling us to practice," Orion calls.
Dream- 0.
He sighs, "I am defeated."
"Yeah," Aurora says, as though it is the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well," Dream says, turning his gaze from the twins, "I do hope you enjoy..." he trails off upon seeing the blissful form on the chair.
"Mama fell asleep," Aurora pouts.
Orion, catching this as well, rubs his hands together, "I can bring mama to her bed-"
"No!" Dream calls, waving his hand, doing the deed himself, "you must not attempt to do such a thing! Do you understand?!"
The twins turn to their papa, alarmed by his grave tone, "your mother is pregnant and you both are just barely capable of bringing yourselves back and forth to the Dreaming."
Orion frowns, as does his sister, "but you said you were proud of us, papa."
"I am," he says, standing from his throne as Isra sighs in his arms, "but mama is not like us, remember? She could get hurt, and your baby sibling could get hurt too."
The girl remembers something because of that. "Oh, papa!" Aurora calls, "we have something to tell you."
Dream knits his brows, "what is it?"
Aurora turns to her twin, nudging him. Orion has no clue what she is talking about. She waits a moment, makes a face, then grunts in annoyance. She decides to tell him herself, "we think mama is pregnant with twins!"
"What?!"
Orion suddenly remembers, "oh. OH! Yeah, yeah! We saw a vision about it."
Dream gulps, clutching the babe in his arms.
"Oooooooh!" Aurora calls excitedly, "I hope they're both girls!"
"NO!" Orion complains, "one of them at least has to be a boy."
"Ew no! There are enough yucky boys in this family."
"You're yucky!"
"YOU'RE YUCKY!"
"YOU'RE LITERALLY A BUGGER!"
"EW!" Aurora shoves Orion, "YOU'RE PEE!"
Orion cringes, "WELL YOU'RE POOP!"
Dream rubs his face, internally planning the best way to break the whole 'carrying twins news'. He releases a breath.
"Children," the king calls, "are you sure of your vision or is it just twin propaganda?"
hi saint!! i was wondering if we could maybe get some dad!dream team headcanons :,) i saw on tiktok this little family doing father’s day & mother’s day gifts and thought it was so cute!! -🐼
a/n. i wasn't sure if you meant like child!reader or mom!reader so i picked mom!reader, the mother of dream team's children euehheheeh
dream
boy dad > girl & boy dad > girl dad
big, tall, athletic dad, little copycat boy
they actually play catch together in the yard
your son is a carbon copy of dream, down to the shared pouting
they've actually quite good at teaming up against you to go out for ice cream and frozen yogurt
dad!dream would post family pictures on your birthday and your son's birthday + would post date pictures on your anniversary with one picture featuring your son
twitch chat will often hear your son wander into your lover's office asking for cuddles, and from what they can hear, dream lifts him into his lap and holds him while he continues his stream
whenever he buys things for your little boy, he buys something for you too
always asks your son if he wants to go with him to cons and such and does everything in his power to get his kid with him
sometimes he'll ask you to fly over to whatever side of the planet he's on trips just so he can see you both
other times, he'll stay up all night on facetime with your son until your phone fucking dies because he just missed him soooo much
dad!dream who makes sure your kid knows the rest of his family so that, growing up, he has people to talk to – especially his sister because he knows it's hard for kids to tell their parents stuff
dad!dream booking family vacations and always inviting his sister to go so that you guys get at least one night of alone time on the trip
also also also dad!dream who asks every year on your son's birthday if you can have another one because he already adores your first kid and the idea of having more mini hims and mini yous makes his heart melt
when you tell him no, he opts to beg for another cat and it works
there are pictures of dream holding your son and your son holding patches and the secondary cat that weren't even taken by you floating around the internet
sapnap
girl dad > girl & boy dad > boy dad
absolutely is so protective of his girls, online and offline
is always asking you if he seems like he's being too strict or too unkind to your daughter even though he's doing just fine / he's just so worried to be as strict as his dad was
definitely wants another but is more comfortable and actually wants to wait a few years to actually get a grip on parenting
dad!sap who'll be streaming with his friends until his little girl comes padding into the office, asking if she can sit with him and all of a sudden he stops yelling and tells his friends to stop swearing – those are the moments you're so bleeping glad to have had a kid
dad!sap spoiling the shit out of her and you during christmas
asking uncle!dream, george and karl to collectively take care of her so he can take you out on your anniversary and on valentine's and so you can have some damn privacy
dad!sap and uncle!karl letting your little princess paint their nails
lots of cheek kisses for your daughter and matching forehead kisses for you
from the time she starts elementary school to the time she graduates high school he's showing her the standards she should have by taking you and her each out separately at least once a week
^ he opens car and building doors, holds your hands, isn't afraid to ask if either of you want the bill split or for him to pay, offers you first pick of going out or shopping or whatever
dad!sap is also dilf!sap and the fans love it just as much as you do / that side of social media you make sure your daughter never has to see growing up
this post reminds me,, sap always bragging about being with a milf – especially telling them that HE IS THE REASON you're a milf
dad!sap who has to literally tear his daughter from his mom and sisters because they love her so much
george
girl & boy dad > girl dad > boy dad
george strikes me as the type to have twins or kids almost exactly 10 months apart. / yes, if it's not twins, he actually convinced you to have another baby RIGHT after the first
really, really good with getting them to stop fighting – he's literally the kid whisperer or something, at least that what you tell your friends
dad!george who hates leaving his kids with other people, even if it's uncle!dream or uncle!sap but on the occasion you ask for time with just him, he'll compromise
the most dad ever
is always telling the kids 'go ask your mother' when they ask for something he's unsure about and if you tell them to ask him, he doesn't confuse them and just makes a decision
insists on teaching your son that women get 'sick' for a little while each month so he's more likely to help you and also so he's more helpful when he and his sister get older and her period starts
uncle!dream making jokes about your guys starting a family youtube channel and dad!george just hitting him every time he says it because he knows you don't need the stress
teaching both of his kids that it's okay to have standards* but also that it's okay to be independent and not need anyone
*raising their standards; you taking your son out and george taking your daughter out and then switching off the next week
dad!george softening you up to letting the kids start swearing when they get to their tween years
dad!george being on the phone with his friends and his daughter just wants to show him something so he tells his friends to wait a minute
dad!george trying to cook and his son asks if he can help and george just can't help but say yes*
*they end up needing your help and your daughter joins in too
Dream slowly pulled the car into the driveway. He drove 10 under the speed limit the whole way home from the hospital knowing his wife and baby girl were in the back.
You carried the car seat into the house, “Welcome home, sweet girl.”
You walked into the living room, setting the carrier on the coffee table. Clay watched over your shoulder, hesitant to do anything.
You unclipped your daughter and slowly pulled her into your arms. You handed her towards Clay, knowing he needed reassurance that she was okay.
The little girl looked minuscule in her dads arms but she fit perfectly. “Hello, pretty girl.”
Her dark blue eyes batted up at him, taking in her new surroundings.
..
For the rest of your first day back home, Clay tried his hardest to make sure you didn’t move a finger.
When it was time to put her to bed, Clay was the one getting her dressed.
“Do you want the blue onesie, sweet girl?” He said, digging through the dresser drawers that were stuffed full of baby clothes. He was so gentle putting the onesie on, worried that one wrong move would shatter her.
He picked her up, she clung onto his shirt and drool dripped out of her mouth but Clay was so infatuated he didn’t even care. He brought her into your room where you were laying.
“Hello, loves.” You smiled, reaching to take your baby girl from Dream.
He laid down next to you, bringing you into his chest so he could see both of his girls.
“She’s so beautiful..” He whispered as her eyes started to droop with sleep.
“She really is.. You’re gonna be a great dad.” You looked up, smiling softly at how in love he was.
➜ WARNINGS ⋮ cursing, dilf dream, Jorge being stupid for five minutes, Sapnap being a hot uncle and a ladies man, Quackity getting yelled at 24/7 for something dumb, Karl being confused every chapter, and Emma being sick and tired of all the men around her.
➜ SUMMARY ⋮ The last thing Dream expected was to find a baby at his front door and his upstairs neighbor to be a hot babysitter who just might make his life a hell of a lot easier.
With the help of his four best friends he’s got this in the bag. Well the baby part not the falling for the girl who babysits his child part.
➜ WORD COUNT ⋮ tbd ..
➜ STATUS ⋮ work in progress
➜ TAGLIST ⋮ closed (50/50)
➜ MOOD BOARDS ⋮ story board
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PROLOUGE ; i found a baby on my doorstep
MONDAY ; how to take care of a baby 101
TUESDAY ; babysitters kinda hot
WEDNESDAY ; she makes me and my baby happy, seems like a keeper
THURSDAY ; falling for a dilf
FRIDAY ; they’re in loveeeee
Friday night ; would it be weird to kiss you on the first date?
SATURDAY ; the baby mamas back in town
SUNDAY ; tell me the truth so I don’t waste my time
EPILOUGE ; you me and the fat baby make three
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before we go any farther. taki my beloved. the person who inspired this series. Ilysm babes and ty for letting me use this layout <3
god one fucking thousand. How’d I get here in the span of a few months? I went from writing because it was a hobby to writing and other people actually enjoying it. this is such a huge milestone and an even bigger accomplishment. I would have never been where I am if it weren’t for all of you. I love you dearly from the bottom of my heart and thank you for liking my works
baby daddy is such a great show and I suggest everyone to watch to get a better understanding of how it was inspired but ofc you do not have to. The series and show aren’t tied together in anyway but I may write a chapter based on an episode for shits and giggles lmao but still don’t feel pressured to watch it <3
( also sundays chapter title is the title to a harry styles fic i read a little while ago but mine is nothing like there’s <3 )
-Child Abuse
-Child Neglect
-Depictions of Torture and Abuse
Note before going into this- I saw the-final-sif’s Convict Childcare au and please note that there is no correlation! I created this AU on the Rainy Weather discord server and only found the child care au today! However, it is really amazing and please please go check it out. I binged reading it all day and its so so good!!!
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This is an Au where the events that led to Sam getting Michael happened a LOT sooner than planned. In his panic of not having anywhere to place Michael, Quackity comes up with the ‘brilliant’ plan of “Why don’t we put Michael in with Dream?”
Lets get into the Au then :D
-Dream is a Dragon Hybrid, specifically an Albino Ender Dragon. He used to have wings, however Sam cut them off after a month or two in the prison due to them being a ‘security risk’ and the amount of times Sam got hit by them. Now, most of his draconic traits are patches of scales, fanged teeth, horns, sharp nails and his vertical-slit pupils. He can also snarl, growl and purr but cannot breathe fire (well he can, but its a huge risk since it can burn him from the inside). He has a lot of draconic instincts as well, and falls into a more ‘feral’ state as his mental health decreases.
-Michael is of course a baby zombie Piglin, and technically an ‘enemy’ to End Creatures. He used to be terrified of Ranboo when he first met him, but now he doesn’t have the instinct to be afraid of End-Born Creatures. He was found alone in the Nether Wastes by Tubbo and Ranboo, and loves his parents very much. He cannot speak, both common and Piglin (he’s completely silent), but knows a few signs such as Food/Hungry, More, Tired and a few similar things just so he can start to communicate with his parents. Tubbo and Ranboo are learning to really understand sign first before they start really teaching Michael.
-Sam originally had Michael in his base, however stuck between guarding the prison, letting Quackity in and out, potentially having to heal Dream and then having to also take care of a high needs child, found that it was much too difficult to juggle everything. Next he puts Michael in one of the jail cells, but then finds that Michael is not doing well since he is a Piglin and needs social interaction. That's when Quackity comes in and says “Why not shove him in with Dream?”
-Sam says no at first, deciding to put more focus on ‘caring’ for Michael, but finds himself growing increasingly frustrated. Michael is constantly terrified of him, crying a lot and Sam gets headaches every time he enters the cell. Then he thinks “Hey, if anything, Dream will kill Michael and put me out of my damn misery...and properly piss off a lot of the server since Michael is MUCH younger than Tommy”. He doesn’t even consider the idea of Dream actually liking Michael.
-About 3 weeks of Michael alone in the cell, he is then transferred to the main prison cell.
-He is rightly terrified of Dream at first. He had no idea what to expect of this strange person who smelled of blood and stench, or what this person would want from him. So for the first few days, he’s keeping his distance despite shivering and craving contact. It isn’t until Dream makes the first move, asking him if he wants to come over to him with slightly opened arms that gets Michael to throw himself into his arms and being brought into a tight hug.
-That’s the start of their bond. Dream is giving Michael most of his food, even if its barely enough to keep Dream functioning. Especially since they only seem to be getting a potato each and Dream is giving Michael half of his own potato. Dream keeps Michael warm, and tries his best to entertain him with stories of adventures when he was younger, or pretending to find shapes within the lava. Sometimes if Dream can find the strength to do so, he will sing Michael lullabies when he’s having trouble sleeping.
-Dream teaches Michael proper sign. Wanting to communicate with the little Piglin more now that he finally has company. He knows sign through both Callahan and a desire to be able to communicate with a lot of people (he knows quite a few languages and learning Spanish through the torture sessions with Quackity). Michael is a quick learner, and seems to take Dream’s teachings really well.
-Once Michael asks what happened to Dream, but Dream just plays it off like “I got hurt, but I am okay now little one”
-Its about a month until Quackity decides he wants to return. Annoyed that Sam has been keeping him from Dream for so long, and says he can handle a stupid Piglin. Plus its just a kid, what could Michael do?
-So he returns, and immediately when Dream realizes as he hears Quackity’s voice, he tells him “We have a new game now, I want you to close your eyes and face that wall okay bud? Put your hands over your ears and I want you to count all the way to 100, if you mess up, start over okay?”
-Of course, Michael listens. He can hear Dream’s urgency, and does what he says. He keeps going, restarting since he still is so young and can barely get to 20 without messing up. He only stops when he feels Dream’s hand on his shoulder to which he opens his eyes and looks at Dream. There seems to be fresh wounds, and Michael can smell the pain radiating off of him.
-Dream teaches Michael how to sign his name that day, as well as Ranboo’s and Tubbo’s name. Michael then spells out Dream’s name, before signing ‘family’ with a bright white smile. Dream just pulls him close.
-Quackity comes back every day. Michael only looked back once, and wakes up with squealing nightmares when he dreams of Dream crying as Quackity sliced across his skin.
-Dream stopped screaming or making noises. He knows that Michael knows something is wrong, but he refuses to let the kid know the extent. Quackity hates it, and deals his frustration out with more grueling and horrifying methods of torture. All to get Dream to scream.
-Quackity once tried to target Michael. Grabbing him and bringing the knife to just garner some reaction out of Dream. This resulted with Dream’s hands around Quackity’s throat, his claws digging into his neck as he snarled and threatened “Don’t you EVER touch him again”. Sam had to rip Dream off of him and Michael went running to Dream who wrapped himself around him protectively.
-Dream sometimes purrs when Michael is having a hard time calming down. Michael usually falls asleep when he does so.
Yo! I cannot get enough of dad!dream! Can you write something with reader and Morpheus bonding by her taking him around and showing him what she did while he was trapped and Morpheus lamenting about being gone for so long and missing his child’s (because he absolutely accepts that that is his kid. No ands ifs or buts) milestones.oh! Maybe a scene where he shows her around the dreaming while he’s repairing it and she gets to see what it looks like it it’s full glory!
Star Collector
Dream of the Endless x Fae!Reader (tho tis mostly Dream & his fae!baby girl)
Summary: Your daughter grew up loving flowers. One day, a strange man comes to her whist she was playing in the garden, and she immediately offers him some buds from her collection.
A/N: lol u sent this before i even got back to you. update: IM FINALY GETTING BACK TO YOU. I THINK IM IN A DAD!DREAM STREAK. I had a little problem with continuity and feasibility of the kid, well, being a child after dream was trapped for a nearly a century, so i made them fae! hope you dont mind. anyway, i hope you like it, and i hope it was worth the wait my love love love
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
The sky was a lilac and orange color today. The sun was lowly kissing the mountain ranges from across our domain. The dusk left a pinkish haze in its wake. The fireflies were at the start of their debut.
The balmy breeze embraced my daughter as sweetly as I would as she gathered all the flowers in our front lawn to her heart's content.
And I had been in the middle of a chore when I felt a ripple of dread rush through me. The spoon in one hand and the jar of honey in the other quickly left my grips as I ripped my chiffon skirt up and dashed over to the open door by my kitchen. I had a complete view of my baby mere moments ago. Now, she was not at all eye shot.
So as I ran outside, my heart raced; my bare feet galloped across the grass and dirt of the garden.
Then all at once, the air was stolen from my lungs and my movements come to an abrupt halt. He stood there, a tall, dark figure, starkly contrasting the fauna and the tiny, bright baby next to him.
Her voice was small and soft, and her hair tie was loose around her hair. She raises a flower bud and grins from ear to ear.
He bends down and takes the flower bud from her, muttering a gracious thank you.
When he turns to me, a shiver runs down my spine.
I am in utter disbelief. I only realize it was indeed real after he walks over to me and says my name.
I gasp for air, "Dream?"
The next moment, I am in his arms, embracing him tightly.
"You came back to us," I speak against his chest, eyes water.
He presses a kiss on the side on the top of my head, "I apologize I did not come sooner."
I pull away from him shaking my head. I take his face in my hands, grunting softly when I feel the stickiness of the honey in my fingers. I retreat my hands, as not to spread the thing on his cheek, but he presses his hands atop mine, holding me back. His palm covers the back of my hand as he pushes my hold back on him. He sighs at the contact.
My lips quiver at the sight of him. The next moment, I pull him into a kiss, still reeling from the fact he was here and that I could do this.
I wonder if it was me, him, or the time between us, but it felt different. The feel of his lips were both longing and loving but there was feel to it that I could not identify.
When we break away, I take his arm and lead him back to the girl. I look at her then look at him, smiling as I did, "she is a collector, my lord. She has only bore witness to 4 planetary alignments and yet she knows more flowers than I."
I turn to him, wondering if he remembered that that was how our folk counted our age, and that I meant the alignment of the five planets, which, on the basis of other creatures, happened every 19 years.
I do not get to respond or note on how he gulps at my words.
It was blistering reminder that it has been that long.
Dream nods, "she has named many flowers to me," he mutters and smiles, "she is as enchanting as her mother."
I chuckle and lean into him, "but she is as stubborn as her father."
He turns to me furrows his brows at this.
I release his arm with a chuckle and crouch down, beckoning the child over. I call out her name and she turns to me idly. "Come, my love," I wave my hands toward me.
She turns back to her flowers and continues to put them into her basket.
I let out a soft sound and stand. I turn to Dream, "the spitting image, as you see."
Dream's expression hardens. He is not stubborn. He furrows his brows tighter and looks down at the child, calling her name out with authority, making her turn to him. She stills as she looks up at the man, who says, "your mother is calling for you."
She merely blinks at him.
I laugh, shaking my head. I crouch down and lean on my knees. I call out to her again, beckoning her over in a higher pitch, and at last, she finally comes over, although visibly reluctant.
I laugh at her and take her into my arms, peppering her cheeks with kisses as I do so. She coils up and giggles and grins because of this.
Dream watches the exchange and feels his chest tighten.
I turn to him with a smile then back to the child, "my sweetling," I mutter to her, "do you know who this is?"
We turn to Dream at the same time. When I turn back to her, she purses her lips and looks with her wide eyes. She turns back to me, "sandman."
I break into a laugh and nod at her, "yes, my bright star. That is the sandman. He commands dreams."
She turns back to him and leans into me, casually observing the man.
I rock her in my arms and kiss her head, "that's your father, my love. You asked me before why you didn't have a father-"
Dream clenches his jaw.
"-I said you did-"
Because she does.
"-and this is him, darling," I explained.
Immediately, the girl perks, eyes widening even more than they already were. She mutters questioningly, then points, "sandman?"
I nod at her words, "yes, child, sandman is your father."
"Father?" she repeats incredulously, "he is my father?"
Dream feels as though he was kicked in the teeth.
My baby turns to me and whispers, "father?"
I give a sad smile and nod, "yes, baby. Father."
She turns to him and points, "you.... father?"
I turn back to Dream with a smile that is quickly stunted when I see the expression on his face. Dream looks like he was devoid of all color, more so this moment than a while ago.
I release a breath, rocking my daughter in my arms, "my dear, do you want to go to your father?"
The girl turns to me then back to him. She does not speak and only reaches out both her hands to Dream.
Dream instantly stiffens, visibly taken aback by the eagerness of the child. Yet not a second too late, he reaches out for her and takes her in his arms. In that moment, I swear I saw his being twinkle as she leaned into him.
The girl was so little and soft against him. He felt the need to hold his breath, as somehow the act would have been offensive to her. He would never do anything to offend her. It had been so long since he had held something so... so frail, so tender, so delicate in his arms. The moment she placed her clammy palm against his chin, he decided he would die for her. The moment she blinked at him then smiled, his insides scorched with a familiar protectiveness; he would never let anything happen to this creature so long as he was.
"Father," she mumbles through upturned lips. There was apparent splendor in her eyes. He would willingly be put through imprisonment again if only it ascertained that she never loses this gleam.
She smiles from ear to ear, "I love you."
Dream's soul is crushed.
No. He will never be imprisoned again. The thought of never beholding the sight of her sparkling face is the worst punishment anyone could ever muster.
Dream opens his mouth, wanting nothing more than to repeat and reassure his love that he, in fact, loved her too, but somehow, it did not feel right. It felt out of place, it felt cheap. He did not feel worthy to repay her affections when he knew his words were not nearly as genuine as hers. For he was jaded and cynical and so utterly lost.
He is glad that she leans into him, holding him in a tight embrace. He did not have to speak anything it seems
The sight of the father-daughter duo brought tears to my eyes.
I watched as Dream rubbed her back and tightened his hold on her form.
He releases a breath and mutters lowly, "would you like to see my collection, daughter?"
Immediately, his daughte pulls back and perks up. Her lashes flutter in intrigue, "do you-" excited heave, "do you collect flowers?!"
Dream presses his lips into a smile and shakes his head, "I collect stars."
The gasp that leaves her is one of astounded enchantment, "y-you WHAT?!" The girl turns to me with eyes the size as saucers, "mother! HE COLECTS STARS!"
I return her expression with shocked amusement.
Dream brushes her hair back, "I keep them in my coat."
The girl immediately turns to his coat, watching it so intently.
"If you like, I will give them all to you."
She does not hesitate and readily nods in excitement, "I DO, I DO, IDO, IDO, IDOIDOIDO!"
Dream laughs, "then, I say, all the stars in the sky are yours, my love," he announces softly, "however... I am embarrassed to admit, I have just regained my strength. I have yet to finish rebuilding my domain, so I cannot call the heavenly bodies and introduce you as their master for I have nowhere to invite them."
She stays silent upon hearing that. Then after a moment, she looks up at him, "we can invite them to here."
Dream presses his lips into a smile, "a generous offer."
"I can show them my flowers!"
I coo at the girl's sentiment.
"My daughter, bringing a star to the land of the Fae would be unwise," he gently explains, "instead, I will hasten my reconstruction of the Dreaming and bring you there promptly after."
She raises her hand, "I like dreaming!"
He is momentarily taken aback by this. Dream knows well the tide and currents of a child's mind, ever-changing and wild. Their words at times were here then there. It similar to that of dreams. And yet hearing this from his child was similar to having your heart clenched.
"I am honored by you," he adjusts her hold on her, "... would you like to watch me rebuild our Dreaming then?"
She opens her mouth then turns to me. I offer her a smile and nod instantly. She turns back to him and blinks slowly. She hums before she speaks, "I help mother cook, so I help father re-bill our dreaming."
Dream feels those words tug at the very fibre of his being. He gives the faintest of retorts, for he is afraid he would break if he spoke any louder, "thank you."
Summary: "You're saying it wrong, father." Dream makes a sound, "I was there when the language was mad-" "Then why are you saying it wrong?"
Word Count: >800
Warnings: fem!reader because i love girl dad!dream, im right!reader, youre wrong!dream, fluff, slice of life, typos, etc.
A/N: In my head, this child is the daughter of my pairing in 'Harbinger Of The Dusk' and 'holy' but you don't have to read it to understand this fic also LOL IM IMAGINING THIS GIF IS HIM JUST BEING SO DONE WITH HIS DAUGHTER HELP ASHFHAS HAHHAH also also the eyeliner T_T
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9
A small child with dark curls and shining skin walked through the halls of the library. She was wearing a dress that belonged to her mother, simply because she could, for mother was not present at the moment.
Her hair bounced on her shoulders and the way too big clothing, with way too long sleeves and way too long skirt, dragged across the floor as she carried a large book in her arms. Well, she could barely carry it.
She struggles to put the leather bound tome on the table, but after much fuss, she finally manages, finding a sudden strength in her grip. She sniffles as she grabs her dangling clothes and lifts them as she climbs up a chair. The chair she wanted to sit on was one that quite high off the ground, which was why she favored it. It made her feel like the princess she was. She struggles to get up, but after a while, finds again her strength and manages.
Once she sits down and turns to the book on the table, she catches sight of something important, someone important.
Uh-oh.
The King of the Dreaming stares at her with crossed arms. It was actually because of his power that the girl was able to place her book upon the table and to climb the chair without falling off. He would not say this though, so she would forever think it was by her own strength that she accomplished these things.
"Father," she mutters softly and slowly.
Dream nods, "daughter."
Suddenly, the feel of her mother's dress was burning her skin... or what it her father's gaze that was doing that?
"What are you wearing?" Dream asks.
The girl blinks, "hmm... a dress."
"Evidently," Dream uncrosses his arms, "who does it belong to?"
Dream knows angels cannot lie, or at least it goes against their nature to. But then again, she was only half angel. He tilts his head, awaiting a confession that still has not yet arrived. But then again, her Endless half would not make her deceptive either.
The girl decides to keep her silence.
A clever tactic, but not clever enough.
"I asked you a question," Dream presses, leaning on the table.
She decides to ignore him. She drags the book in front of her and opens it, "I don't wanna say."
Dream stills upon hearing the girl's words. Ridicule? In his own home?
He thinks if Desire were here, they'd laugh and love on the girl, encouraging her ways. He purses his lips tightly. Half Endless indeed.
The king decides to circle over to her, thinking his looming presence would coax out a what he wanted. It does not. She is rather undeterred.
Let's see how undeterred she'll be once he tells on her mother.
He finds himself examining the book she picked out. With but a glance, Dream immediately recognizes the script. It was a book about angles, written in the language of angels.
The girl goes through the book without sparing too much time. He gathers she is more interested in the pictures rather than the words.
She stops at a page that displays a picture of a glorious being, the Star of the Night, the child's mother. She smiles at it, rubbing the face of the illustration. Dream finds himself smiling as well.
In his fondness, the Endless begins to dictate the words on the paper. He speaks of the accounts the author made about the angel, his lover, and the girl turns to him upon hearing his words.
Dream continues to read the script, thinking his daughter was enjoying it. But then she waves her hands desperately and shakes her head.
"That's wrong!" she says.
Dream's words go dry.
The girl leans onto the table and points at the text, reiterating the words her father just spoke, though her finger was on the wrong side of the page. Upon speaking her people's language, she turns to Dream and says, "now you."
Dream is at a disbelief. Was this girl really correcting him?
The Prince of Stories narrates the words again, making more effort to sound more exact.
The angel girl is severely disappointed yet again.
"That's not how!" she says. She repeats the phrase he just said.
He cuts her off, "I assure you, child, I know how to speak the speech of your mother."
The girl disagrees and stands on the chair. Dream immediately reaches out for her, hands coming to her small back, securing her in place. He adjusts the drooping shoulder of her ill-fitting dress. Her soft hands come to his bony face. She repeats the words for him. Dream sighs.
The girl's father mimics her again, yet still she is not pleased.
"You're saying it wrong, father."
Dream makes a sound, "I was there when the language was mad-"
"Then why are you saying it wrong?"
Dream grunts and leans his forehead on his daughter, "you think yourself so wise little girl?"
The girl giggles at his attempts to intimidate her, registering his actions as affectionate gestures, which was why she threw her arms around him. Quite quickly she latches onto Dream and finds no more interest in the lesson she was giving him, "fly! Fly!"
Dare she demand things from the king after such insults?
"Fatherrrrrr!"
He sighs.
"At once, my love," he mutters and flies around the library.
