Ok so- hear me out- imagine this for nightmare and dream.
They have an s/o, everything is great! Although whenever they were in a bad mood, s/o would immediately know, and would sometimes complain that their negativity gave them headaches . At first they think nothing of it, they probably just weren’t that great at hiding their emotions, and the headache was probably just s/o being sad about them being upset. but soon by the way s/o described it, they noticed that it…was not normal. They described it as if they could sense the emotions around them!
As soon as Dream/Nightmare notices, they do a bit of questioning, and they’re able to figure out their s/o has the same ability to sense emotions as they do! S/o just had no idea that was what it was, and thought it was completely normal to see/sense peoples emotions like they do.
How the heck do they even have this power??? How do Dream/Nightmare even react to something like this?
This was such a good idea! :D Thank you for sending it to me!
Nightmare: At first Nightmare thought it was annoying, his S/o was being much too sensitive. He didn't react to his annoyance too often, normally he didn't shout or anything. He did get annoyed often though, just didn't react to it. Then he started to ask questions about their headaches, wondering if there was anything that he could do to help them stop getting the headaches. They reminded him of himself when he was younger when he was around too many positive emotions. Negative positive feelings, of course... Then he started to piece things together, and he was... confused? “You say that you can... sense that I am annoyed?” when he got the approval, he lets out a little hum and decides to try to do some tests. Finally he finds out the truth, you have similar powers to that of his own. How interesting... “No, that does not seem to be very normal with humans, Y/n.” he's going to keep an eye on this, see how far it goes, while also working on controlling his anger. He hated to be the cause of headaches for his datemate. He also helps them learn ways to control it so they wouldn't get headaches as often.
Dream: Dream tries his best to not be in bad moods, even when he's alone, he feels like he doesn't deserve to be allowed to feel bad. He's literally the guardian of positive emotions and positive energy. How is he supposed to be able to feel negative? Plus it also hurts you, for some reason... he finds it kinda exciting and wants to know exactly how you're able to tell whenever he feels bad. He thought that he's normally really good at hiding it! After a bit, he decides to ask some questions, and he learns that you could kinda... sense and or see emotions. It was a lot like what he could do, which was a shock! How in the world were you able to do that? It's a little worrying because now he couldn't hide it if he did feel bad. At least now he has an excuse to talk about his problems?
Summary: You are the daughter of Thoth, Egyptian God of knowledge and writing. Three centuries ago you were appointed to the head of the New Alexandria library; once thought burned in a great fire it now holds all of the knowledge that was ever written by man. But when books start to go missing, and even worse are found burned beyond repair you realize something sinister is occurring.
Pairing: Morpheus x f!reader
Chapter Rating: General
Overall Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Angst
Chapter Summary: Days went by, and then weeks and then months, Dream of the Endless did not return to the Dreaming; and you began to get more and more concerned letters from Lucienne. Her normal pristine penmanship becoming more scratchy, fear evident in her writing.
The Library of Alexandria…a pinnacle of knowledge, a testament to the wisdom that the Gods bestowed upon humans through their scholars, their muses; a bastion for all those that sought out the unknown, the lessons of both the Heavens and earth. A gift so generously given only to be squandered by human folly and greed.
Mortals can be such fickle creatures.
It is said that the Library burned to the ground over two thousand years ago; the casualty of humans and their need to conquer their need for power. Razed in a war brought on by an Emperor from a foreign land; and it was thought that the books that had burned and the knowledge that they contained was lost forever. And it was…at least to mortals.
As the fires spread and scholars wept, the Gods had predicted this and had delivered the scriptures from the mortal realm back to the kingdom of the Heavens. New Alexandria, a beckon of knowledge now reclaimed and protected by its benefactors; and its caretaker, Thoth, God of the Moon, of scriptures and writings.
For more than millennia and the better half of another Thoth watched over the Library; its corridors and sections ever growing and expanding as time went on…But then Thoth was gifted a child from his devoted wife Ma’at.
Most Gods were known to have many sons and daughters, who then in turn had sons and daughters of their own and so on and so forth, but you, you were the only daughter of Thoth…His only child.
He watched as you grew, taught you of his realm, the realms of others, of humankind; and of the ancient ever presence of the Endless. He taught you the gift that knowledge was, how it shaped both past, present and future. And he taught you the importance of protecting it, so that it might be forever preserved.
However despite his teaching you viewed the importance of knowledge somewhat differently from your father, and at times it brought about tension between the two of you.
You became a Goddess of curiosity, of inquisitiveness finding more in common with mortals than Thoth would care for you to have and you spent much of your time cavorting about on earth, partaking in human customs and curiosities. And with your inquisitiveness and witnessing of the tribulations that man faced you also became a creature of compassion.
Thoth supposed you must have gotten some of that from your mother, though you were definitely more of a handful than she. He deemed that it was high time that he appointed you to a station, and perhaps that would settle you down some.
Around the turn of the century of 1600 to 1700 he gifted you with one of the most important appointments of all: Head Librarian of the Library of New Alexandria. At first you had been disgruntled by the fact you would be spending most of your time in relative solitude, no longer able to have the freedom to galavant around in the mortal realm with such frequency. But as the first decade went by you realized how much you loved being the caretaker of the knowledge that spanned all the way to the dawn of man.
You had always loved to read, how could you not? But the books and scriptures that had always been read to you or presented for you to read had usually been about great events in history, famous ballads and sonnets; epic tales of trials and tragedy. But now as the curator you had access to every story, large and small and you found yourself more fascinated by the very human stories; like a friar that had lost his sandals in the river while washing them. Or a man in a dimly lit tavern that said that he would never die.
The day to day life of mortals was fascinating and they all were so different, no two were exactly alike and you find that to be just as interesting if not more than the rise and fall of an empire. It was just so…human.
During your first century as Librarian you got to see a great number of important visitors; some other Gods, ones that you knew since childhood. Others were fae folk and beings of various magical prowess. But the most interesting guest to grace the halls of New Alexandria was an Endless.
He had arrived with your father one morning and you had watched with great curiosity as your parent spoke in soft tones with him; your father had eventually beckoned you over and you obeyed eagerly.
You had never met an Endless, though you had read about them and of course heard tales. You observed him keenly, non too covertly which had caused your father to scold you for being rude. But the Endless had gazed upon you with a look of amusement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. And when he spoke his voice was as warm and as rich as honey and just as soothing.
“So you are the keeper of the books.” He had asked.
“Y/n and yes I am,” you bow quickly, watching him still. “Who are you? What realm are you from?”
“I am the King of Dreams and Nightmares and as my title would suggest my realm is The Dreaming.” He replied with a subtle fondness.
“Are you here for knowledge? I have a strict return policy.” You reply puckishly.
Thoth gave you a pointed look, and tapped his quill on the lip of the parchment board in his grasp. Ah, another warning.
“I like to make sure that the books are cared for, looked after.” You corrected hoping to appease your father.
“More should follow that practice.” The Endless nodded his head sagely. “And in a way, yes I am here for knowledge.”
You cocked your head at this, curious.
“The Dreaming has a vast library of its own and I believe it would be beneficial to share that knowledge across them.” He said.
You had heard of the Library of the Dreaming, after all Gods were born in the Dreaming, originally stories themselves brought to life by humankind.
“Might I see it?” You had barely been able to contain your excitement, the idea of seeing the stories yet untold by all living things, what a treasure that would be to witness in person.
“Perhaps one day my child, when the time comes.” Thoth spoke and gave a small nod to the Dream Lord.
“A raven will be in contact with you.” The Endless continued before you had anytime to pout. “They will bring you news of the Dreamings collection as well as ferry desired literature.”
“I will allow you one of my Ibis to do the same Y/n, until your sacred animal manifests.” Your father added.
You had gazed at the ground somewhat ashamed; your sacred creature had still not come to fruition, your worship still young and growing had not yet bore you a beastial symbol.
“I will take my leave Thoth, God of the Moon and Scripts.” The Endless said before he turned to you. “Y/n”
You bristled at that, your station as a goddess was rather small this was true, but he seemed to disregard it entirely.
“And you Morpheus, Shaper of Forms, King of Dreams.” Thoth nodded.
And as the being called Morpheus began to disappear into a cloud of white gold sand his gaze landed on you again.
“I suspect Lucienne will be most interested in speaking with you.” He commented.
“Who is Lucienne?” You called out but he was already gone, sands disappearing into the ether.
You had blinked, thinking for a moment before crossing your arms with a huff.
“He seems a bit-“ your father quickly interrupted you with a look. “…lovely.” You gritted out instead; insufferable you’d rather say.
“This will be a great honor, a partnership with one of the Endless.” Your father turned to leave. “I have the utmost trust that you will face the task with diligence and logic.”
You had watched as your father left the Library, heading back out into his kingdom.
You of course were diligent about your work…but you couldn’t help but take great pause with logic…
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The smell of weathered pages, bound in leather and pressed paper and permeates the air; a comforting, familiar scent that you had come to love since childhood. The golden light of sun cast through the stained glass windows, casting rivers of iridescent colors across the worn limestone floors of the vast library. When you were given the appointment of head librarian of New Alexandria, Ra had bestowed upon you a gift that while the Library was in your father’s domain of the Moon, a kingdom ever beneath the star sky of the cosmos, you would always have the light of sun grace the halls of your station.
You sigh happily, a thermos of hot tea with milk and sugar in your grasp; you had popped into your favorite tea shop in the mortal realm; you didn’t think your father would be too upset with just a little visit; and innocent one no less! They also made the most delightful breakfast foods there and you took another bite from the pastry you had purchased as well; whoever said the God’s dined on ambrosia had never had Welsh cakes.
You walk further into the expanse of the ever growing library, enjoying your morning treat as you wait for your tea to cool. You hear the flutter of wings and you watch as a kingfisher flies overhead chortling at you, a rolled up parchment paper in its grasp.
You had been expecting a list of possible Gods from Lucienne. While most were never more than dreams, some came to fruition and would be more than figments of imagination and become beings of history.
The kingfisher drops the scroll on your very messy (though you insisted it was organized chaos) desk and lands on a tall reedy piece of drift wood you had set up as a perch. Next to them stands a large ibis, ever watchful of the recent addition to the library.
It had been over two centuries now that the ibis your father had bestowed upon you had aided you in your task, now more of a sentinel, ever keen and observant. Your worshippers had finally bestowed upon you a sacred beast. And while not as prominent or as distinguished as perhaps your fathers ibis or Anubis’ jackal, the kingfisher was a delightful creature that many mortals associated with the freedom and curiosity you so possessed.
You trill gently to the bird and tap their beak affectionately as you come to your desk, it trills in return and ruffles their feathers. You bow to your father’s ibis who ducks their head to you and begins to walk out into the library having completed its duty of making sure you hadn’t gotten lost gallivanting across the realms.
You sit down and begin to unravel the parchment paper, the kingfisher preening themself as you start to read the list from Lucienne, ready to document everything for the Library records.
Being a relatively new Goddess yourself having only come about during the time of the printing press it was still strange to see the concept of potential additions to new and old pantheons. Mortals were always coming up with new concepts to believe in, to worship; some more prolific than others.
Not too long ago you had seen ideas for gods and goddesses of steam after the industrial revolution had spread across the globe. Now it was electricity with the invention of the light bulb (something that you heard Thor was a bit sour about).
You laugh as you read some of Lucienne’s little quips and notes in the margins of her list as you document the ideas formally to fresh pressed papers. It was something that you had both started to do; an entertaining thing to lighten the mood, that and your frequent book exchange you had started doing for the past hundred years. In fact you were almost done with the last book she sent over, perhaps you’d finish it up tonight and tell her about your thoughts in your next letter.
Shortly you come to the end of the list. It didn’t appear that any of the new potentials were manifesting yet past dreams, though you think that perhaps something might happen with the idea of electricity since mankind fancied it so.
You sort the notes and give the stack to the kingfisher to take to the record's section (which now had sprawled far beyond their initial wing of the library). As you hand the papers over, twine forms along the left edge of the papers binding them together, the date appearing at the bottom right of the first page's corner. You would set them in the proper records book later.
As the kingfisher takes off into the belly of the library, you quickly gather up the personal letter that Lucienne also included with the list. You always took great joy in reading about the happenings of the Dreaming. Gods did dream but they didn’t enter the kingdom unless invited, or so your father said. Lucienne had visited you far more times in your realm than you had ever visited her in her lords (which you could count the total on one of your hands, and on one of your fingers). And you hadn’t even seen the Dream King himself while you had attended.
You begin to read through Lucienne’s letter, smiling at the mentions of Mervyn and how he always managed to strike a nerve. You had decided long ago that you would very much like to meet him in person as he sounded like quite the character. You flip the page and continue to read.
You frown at the mention of something more sinister than usual. A rogue nightmare…while it was true that Luceinne had told you about how colorful and at times creepy the Shaper of Forms creations could be, she had always said that they remained in the Dreaming. But here she was saying that he was out in the world of men, preying upon them. You made a note to check the stories of life to see if you could find anything more about this creature and if he had affected the history of man.
You breathe a small sigh of relief when you read that the Dream Lord had left just this morning (or perhaps it was night? Hard to tell sometimes when dealing with the mortal realm) to deal with the matter. You are sure that with the quick intervention that the stories of men will not be too affected.
However you could sense some sort of apprehension in the words that Lucienne wrote. You grab a stack of fresh papers and a fountain pen and begin to write back to Lucienne, hoping to ease your friend's worries. Perhaps you would send back a book as well; a favorite of yours to give some comfort.
Surely it would all be fine…
Days went by, and then weeks and then months, Dream of the Endless did not return to the Dreaming; and you began to get more and more concerned letters from Lucienne. Her normal pristine penmanship becoming more scratchy, fear evident in her writing.
And you yourself began to fear as well…the mortal world was suffering, even the other Gods whispered of a sleeping sickness that plague mankind. Your father continued to bathe the night sky under the light of the moon, but there were no dreamers to be found in its beams.
The library was changing…the stories of mankind becoming something that you feel they never should have been. Countless books now filled with the same suffering; from the pages of a young girl that could no longer find sleep to the pages of a doctor overwhelmed and doing anything they could to find a cure… an answer.
But the thing that scared you most was the pages of those that didn’t wake up; day after day the papers remained blank. Thousands upon thousands of mortals' life stories filling with blank chapters.
Your father had told you that Destiny had a path and to not interfere; if this was the history that mankind must write then it must be written. You had been quite angry with him and whoever this Destiny was…cruelty like this was not something you could bear to see. It was then you also realized that if mankind was suffering then what horrible fate was the Lord of Dreams facing; what horrible cruelties were befalling him that the whole of humanity ailed.
This had to end…
But it didn’t and months then turned into years.
Your letters to Lucienne became so commonplace that one of the Dreaming ravens and your kingfisher had started passing by each other while delivering notes. You had begun to slack on your own duties as a curator and instead of simply documenting and protecting the vast wealth of knowledge you began to pour through it. You looked for anything you could find, hints in the life books of mortals of where the Shaper of Forms had gone. You had also started to disobey your father more and more as well…traveling to the mortal realm in the light of Ra so that your father would not see you in the path of the moon.
And then one day…
“Miss Y/n!” You hear a frantic voice, it’s oddly familiar and you rapidly look up from your research. If you hadn’t been sitting you would have fallen on your behind.
Lucienne stumbles towards you, a waning portal flickering weakly behind her as she gains her footing.
“L-Lucienne?” You are still shocked she’s here in person; she never left the Dreaming to enter your realm unannounced.
“Please Y/n, I know that I did not send word but-“ she ducks her head.
You’ve never seen her so distraught and your heart aches as you worry she might begin to cry.
Quickly you stand and rush to her side.
“What is it, Lucienne, please what’s wrong?” You beg her to tell you, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, urging her to look at you.
“The books… they are all disappearing.” She says her eyes watery as she looks up at you and you feel her hands shake as she takes your other hand in hers. “Whole sections of the library; they are gone.”
Behind her the portal flickers and dissolves into the air. She drops to her knees and you follow, easing her to the cool stone of your own library.
“I used the last of my magic to get here…to seek your aid.” She says.
“Can the books move realms?” You ask quickly.
“I believe that they can, there are millions of them though.” She replies, brow furrowing.
“Can we gather residents of the Dreaming to help us bring the books here?”
“The residents have all left, save for myself and a few others.” You stiffen; they’ve all gone?
You knew that dreams and nightmares had been abandoning the crumbling realm but you didn’t know it had become such a mass exodus.
“We’ll gather those that are left.” You turn your head and whistle to the kingfisher that is by your side in a quick beating of feathered wings. “Gather your friends from the mortal plane please, bring them here and ask them to make haste.” You whisper to them and kiss their soft head.
The kingfisher coos and with the flutter of its wings takes off.
Slowly you stand, facing where the portal Lucienne came through had disappeared; you close your eyes and focus. Plucking at the threads within the ether, pulling them taught, weaving them together until a golden path is spun before you that leads directly into the library of the Dreaming. Lucienne watches, eyes softening and tense posture easing slightly.
“Thank you Y/n.” She says looking up at you, the thankfulness clear in her deep brown eyes.
”You are my dear friend Lucienne, I would do anything for you.” You reply and hold your hand out to her. She takes it, a soft smile on her lips as she stands.
You look to the glittering pathway, you wonder briefly if your father would be displeased with this action. You are, after all, interfering with another realm, however you doubt he would want to see a millennia of knowledge decay… you decide that you’ll deal with it later.
Would it be okay ig I got some mcyt hcs about a sick reader. Maybe not nessasarily comforting them bc that's over done but just something with a sick reader
This has been brought to you by me throwing up three times and coughing my ass off
I understand if you don't want to. Thanns
Oh bby :(
an exception just for you ^^
Dream
he would be so worried
Your personal maid for however long you’re sick
will get you whatever you ask for no matter the cost
bitch is all over the place
“this? What about this? No no, ok this?”
He could care les if you’re sick
he will cuddle and hug and kiss you still
and then proceed to get sick him self lmao
Sapnap
boy has no idea what to do
he’s running aroiund the place frantically yelling
“WHY DONYOU NEED? THIS? OR THIS?”
my guy is so loud until you tell him to quiet down
then he is the quietest person on earth
he’s like a sad puppy and it’s just
absolutely heartbreaking to se him frown when you go Into a coughing for or throw up
his eyes are watering cause he’s so sad
He will cuddle and hug you but kisses are if the table
he doesnt want to get sick cause he’ll feel bad for having you take care of him :(
(please only consume this content if you are 18+, this fic contains sexual themes that may not be the most appropriate for younger audiences. thank you!)
it’s my first post! im still very much testing out the waters with my writing style, so i am totally open to any (constructive) criticisms you guys have (ex. nicknames you’d like me to use, certain things you’d like me to write about,etc.) i hope you enjoy!
- mel (a.k.a. melons 🍉)
Clay has been on a call, talking with George and Nick for a while since you got home. Usually, you’re understanding about the hours that go into the behind-the-scenes of his channels -- even encouraging him to work when he’d rather spend the days cuddled in the Florida apartment you share. This time, however, you’re not having a good day. After countless incidents with stubborn customers and a run in with some family you’d distanced yourself from, all you could think about was getting home to Clay and Patches. When you got home though, he seemed too preoccupied to even say “hi”. You hopped in the shower, hoping that he’d be a bit more attentive by the time you were done. After finishing your shower and changing into comfier clothes, you go to ask him if he’s nearly done. Surprisingly, you’re only met with a cold “no” and nothing else. You leave and go to the bedroom, annoyed with his sudden coldness towards you.
Clay notices your stiffness in response to him. “Shit- one sec guys, sorry. I think y/n’s mad at me. I, uh, I think I should log off for the night anyway, we’ll finish this tomorrow. George, make sure the coding for the video is all set please. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He quickly moves from his chair to the closed bedroom door. Concerned, he tries to apologize. “y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so harsh. We’ve just been working on the code for this video all day and-”
You stand about a foot away from the mirror, arms crossed, facing away from him. Noticing your bothered demeanor, he starts to walk towards you. His footsteps were firm and purposeful, but soft. He knew that heavy footsteps made you nervous and he didn’t want to make you even more upset than you already seemed.
“y/n? Little flower...” he says in a somewhat soft and teasing tone -- he knew you had a weak spot for that nickname. You feel your hair stand on edge as he approaches you from behind, his brooding figure towering over you in the mirror you now share. You try to keep looking down, but can’t help but shoot him a glance in the reflection. This glance shows the both of you that there’s more than just anger on your mind.
“Oh, c’mon now, look at me. You know how I love those gorgeous eyes of yours.” His arm snakes around your waist, grips your left hip and spins you to face him. As he steps closer, you step further, determined to maintain your authority. Soon enough, your upper back meets the cool mirror you were just staring into. He reaches out with his pointer finger, tilting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “Chin up for me, baby.”
For a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be angry with him. You drown in his glare, swimming in his olive green eyes and taking in the universe that seemed to exist behind them. “There’s my baby, just look into my eyes,” he says, noticing the sudden softness in you. “See the love I have for you, I know you can feel it.” You snap out of it, but as you try to look away, his hand moves to the back of your head to keep you where you are. He thinks for a moment before speaking, his thumb narrowly brushing your cheekbone and the area under your left eye. You love when he makes his thinking face, when you can see the gears in his beautiful mind turning. Even more, the anticipation of what he’s going to say next.
He moves his right hand from the nape of your neck to match the other, which is firmly planted on the wall on the other side of your head. “You try to act like this stubborn little thing, like you’re looking for a reaction. I know you’re not bitter like this, and when you are it probably means you’ve had a bad day. Even so, this whole act you’ve got going is a bit more exaggerated than it usually is.” Shit. You really were frustrated, and you know your feelings were valid. But at the same time, you know that your stress can sometimes require more...sensual coping mechanisms.
“Your stress tends to make you a little more bratty from what I’ve seen. All this while I know that the only thing I have to do is whisper a couple special words into your ear and slowly...run my fingers...down your body…” He trails off in thought, tracing your body in a way that sends goosebumps spiraling everywhere. He starts to lower his voice to a tone that he knows is another weakness of yours, and continues his sentence. “...And you’ll be melting at my touch. Isn’t that right baby? Show me how you melt for me, you know how I love it.” As your eyes flutter closed, you can feel your knees go weak and your head spin at his words. He lowers himself to be at eye level with your waist, running his hands down the back of your thighs.
“You...You know exactly what you're doing don’t you? I-I’m supposed to be mad at you here. You’re being incredibly i-inconsiderate right now-” you struggle to exclaim, losing the sharpness you intended to add with those words.
He whispers, “Oh am I?” Noticing the faltering in your knees, he tightens his grip. As he slowly moves his hands back up towards your back, your legs give out. When you fall to your knees, he stands and looks down at you with an air of satisfaction in what he’s accomplished.
“Look at you. My little mess, not even able to stand after my hands make contact with your skin. When I asked you to show me how you melt for me, I didn’t think you would actually end up on the ground but...I do like looking at you from this angle.” You feel yourself getting wet and look up at him, face red from embarrassment. He can tell by the look on your face (and the small squeal that you happened to let out as you fell) that you’re unsure of what to do. He kneels back down beside you, placing his hand by your crotch, where you knew he’d feel the heat and dampness radiating from your core.
“My goodness, already a whimpering mess for me,” he says, tucking a bit of hair that fell into your face behind your ear with his free hand. Seeing your fluttering eyes, he slowly and teasingly inches his fingers closer to your clit, noticing the wet patch on your underwear. “Oh, what’s this? A puddle forming already? Poor little flower, do you want me to help with that?” You nod, prompting him to pick you up bridal-style and carry you to the bed.
“T-thank you,” you mutter quietly.
“Of course, baby, anything for you,” he whispers. “You know how much I love you. Now, relax and breathe steady for me. I’ll be expecting more from where all that came from…”
WARNING this in no way portrays clay, it is simply portraying his character in the SMP
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the rain created a calming sound on the roof, while (y/n) sat in bed with their chin in their hand and their laptop placed in front of them. they were writing out a plan to provide dream help in finding tommy. the sixteen year old boy who had just recently escaped his exile. she was the only one who knew that he was in fact not dead and just missing, dream had confided in her as there weren’t many others on the smp that he trusted as much as (y/n). except george and possibly sapnap. the one thing he had kept to himself was how cruel he had actually been to tommy, not wanting to be shown in a negative light. he didn’t care for anyone as much as (y/n) and if he had to be honest, he kept up this innocent act to grow in power and to show her just how amazing he could be. she was the person he strived to impress. he wanted her to be his queen and to put her up on a pedestal.
dream entered the room, sitting down next to her and looking down at the document placed on the laptop. there was a small portion of it full of ideas on how to achieve dreams goal of locating tommy, including places he could have possibly ran off to and a half way thought out plan on how to find tommy without having to look at any exact location. there was a few ideas. such as putting either philza or tubbo into the prison sam was making to bait tommy out of hiding because dream was sure tommy must have been somewhere nearby watching what was happening within the walls of l’manburg. there was also such ideas as lurking around logstershire and waiting to see if tommy would come back then fall right back into dreams trap. (y/n) didn’t see much harm in this, dream simply didn’t want to cause chaos in her eyes. he could never hurt a fly.
dream looked at the computer and then over at (y/n), sighing softly. “darling, how long have you been working on this?” he asked her in a caring tone, watching as she turned to face him with a tired look in her eyes. “about three hours.” she told him and turned back to the document, zoning out as her mind drifted to other places. she had clearly worked to long on this document and all her concentration was gone. that left a small frown on dream’s face, as he gently shut the computer. “you must be tired, maybe you should take a break.” he answered her statement, picking up the laptop and setting it on the night table. (y/n) slowly nodded and laid back in bed, tiredly resting her eyes. “i’ll finish it tomorrow... promise.” she told him in a reassuring tone. dream smiled softly and chuckled, shaking her head “it’s okay my love, i’ll finish it myself.” he stated, laying down with her and pulling the blanket over the both of them. “now sleep, you need it. i love you.”
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this was my first time writing for mcyt, so i hope you all liked it and hopefully if this gets positive feedback i’ll write more 🥰
Your datemate had been through so much over the years, you weren't sure about everything, but you knew that he's been through a lot. Even if he was the guardian of positive energy, that didn't mean he could be positive all the time, so you've been trying your best to make sure that everything would be alright for him.
You helped him out with things, tried to help him feel better if he was ever upset or bothered about something. Heck, you even cleaned his castle! He always told you that you didn't have to do that. He wouldn't want you to get yourself too tired or get overwhelmed by things but you told him that it was the least you could do.
He thought it was sweet, though he did get a little embarrassed sometimes. Mostly when Ink gave him that amused look.
Lately though, you've realized that something was going on. You weren't 100% sure what it was, but you knew that something was wrong. You've been feeling so tired lately and Dream's been closer to you than normal, spending more time with you which was saying a LOT and he was much more protective over you as well.
And now you found out exactly what it was.
You were pregnant.
That makes sense, you and Dream do have a bit of a... thing you two do at times but it's been a bit since you did that with him! How far ahead were you? Was that why you've been feeling so tired? It was taking your energy to grow.
How were you supposed to tell Dream? Would he be alright being a dad? You knew that he never had one, just the mother that created them. Would he be upset? Bothered? Most likely worried but...
You sigh resting your head down against your hands. He told you that he didn't believe that you two could get pregnant, he said that the magic would most likely be too much for you to handle. Now you were worried about that, did he think that you would end up dying on accident because of the baby taking too much energy? There are ways to get around that, you knew that, but it was still worrying.
How are you supposed to tell Dream that you were pregnant? Maybe you should just come out and tell him? Say it? Or... you shake your head and toss the test into the trash then walk out of the bathroom.
You'd have to think about what you wanted to do.
Later while you, Dream, and Blueberry were all sitting at the table and eating, Ink came in holding something, “Hey Y/n, why was this in the trash?” he holds up the test, his head tilted to the side. One of his eyes was a question mark and the other a star shape, “Since it's a positive test, shouldn't you give it to Dream to tell him you're pregnant?”
Ah Ink, you asshole.
Your eyes widen looking at him, and Blueberry starts to choke on what he had in his mouth while Dream blinked a few times until his eyes widen as well and he looks at you, his mouth open a little then he shuts it again.
“Uh...” You chuckle, a little nervously, and hold up your hands, “Surprise?”
This was... so not how you wanted to tell him but hey, at least Ink helped you out a little. You were still going to give him a little punishment later for outing you like that.
Doesn't he know that you're not supposed to do something like that?!
Chapter Synopsis: He had seen them, only for a moment, standing lonely in the barren fields of his still rebuilding kingdom. The flora that had just started to regrow, sprouting up through the dust of his ruin curving to meet the soft glow of their skin. And when they spotted him, observing from afar they seemed surprised. He had met all the Stars that visited his realm at one time or another, seeing as how some had been around since not longer after the creation of this universe. Their stare of unfamiliarity was returned, for he had never met, nor sensed them once in all his years.
Note: This will have some comic spoilers and it is mixed with some of Stardust lore as well, and will have some tweaks of my own to both Sandman lore and Stardust lore.
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It was a presence he had felt before, recognizable but not in the sense it held personal familiarity nor common place. No… this was an ancient omnipresence.
This was not of his creation, nor was it of this world, neither was it a deity worshiped by the mortals he served in sleep. This was a long forgotten nostalgia one that he had chaperoned over a millennia ago, before most of their dreaming became something viewed as tiresome and stale. But this was not the same heavenly dreamers that had once stepped through his realm and now seldom did. This was sharp, keen and born a new… a new being in his realm, a creature of the very heavens. A Star.
He had seen them, only for a moment, standing lonely in the barren fields of his still rebuilding kingdom. The flora that had just started to regrow, sprouting up through the dust of his ruin, curving to meet the soft glow of their skin. And when they spotted him observing from afar they seemed surprised. He had met all the Stars that visited his realm at one time or another, seeing as how some had been around since not longer after the creation of this universe. Their stare of unfamiliarity was returned, for he had never met, nor sensed them once in all his years.
They were gone before he had time to consider anything more than their surprised gaze.
He stood for a while, contemplating what this could mean before stalking off to the library, a whirlwind of questions that perhaps Lucienne would be able to help him figure out.
He wondered if they had always been here, on the tailcoats of the dream threads, maybe he had simply overlooked them? But a Star gracing his realm after so many had grown tired of dreaming for an aeon was something he would have taken notice of. Lucienne would have certainly written their presence down had they visited his kingdom and she certainly would have a book on the catalogs of their lives inside and outside of the Dreaming.
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The Librarian had briefly questioned if he was perhaps mistaken, as she had seen no Star dream records, at least none updated since the late 1800s. And of all the dreamers to re-enter the dreaming after his absence, none were beings of heavenly light.
“They stood before me; shining like all Stars do.” He pulls another book down from the overburdened shelf; behind him Lucienne sighs and cocks her head.
“Sir if I might; the last Star to enter the dreaming was over one hundred years ago. Are you sure you saw a Star?” She reiterates cautiously.
“I know the last Star that entered this realm Lucienne, she has ascended back to the heavens with her husband some time ago or so it would seem.” He replies, placing the book back and pulling another from a lower shelf. “I do not know this one. I have never sensed their presence, inside of the Dreaming or out.”
“Maybe you just didn’t recognize them? You have been gone awhile.” Matthew quips, ruffling his feathers as he suppressed a caw.
“No, and they did not know me, they seemed surprised… perhaps even startled by my observation?”
“Well you’re not exactly the warmest welcoming committee.” Matthew hops to a stack of books a bit further away after a pointed look from Lucienne. “Who knows, maybe you don’t know them? I’m sure new people come into the Dreaming all the time?” He adds.
“Not Stars. I’m not even sure that is possible?” Lucienne comments, moving to take one of the books beneath the raven’s new perch. “ The Stars have been around for… well since nearly the beginning, at least the older, more ancient ones.”
“Then maybe it’s a new one.” Matthew states simply.
A quiet pause falls over the library for a moment; Matthew beginning to feel uncomfortable in the growing silence, lets out a caw that was meant to be a clearing of the throat.
“I mean would it really be that weird?” He adds, shuffling closer to Morpheus, who has yet to say a word in sometime, back still turned and hand poised over the worn pages of the book he held. “Would it boss?”
A new Star
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You wake with a gasp, blinking rapidly in the darkness of your room; slowly your breathing mellows and your eyes adjust to the blanketing dark. A pale cast of light runs across the far wall, the sound of wheels splashing through a puddle on the street below; it must have rained while you slept.
Turning over on your side you gaze at the neon light of the alarm clock on your nightstand…4am…a heaviness settles in your heart.
Carefully you rise up from your bed pulling back the sheets and testing the floor below you. You were already a guest here taking up space, (no matter how much it was insisted that you were an honored guest) you didn’t want to make too much noise prancing around in the wee hours of the morning while most slept.
On the balls of your feet you creep to the bay window that faced the street, settling down on the pillows that bracketed the inlaid seat. You squint looking out at the street below. You never close the blinds, even though one of the street lamps sat glowing on the corner of the building every night, you couldn’t bring yourself to shut yourself off, not yet.
The light pollution here was heavy, but in these early hours you could make out some of the twinkling beings in the night sky… you wonder if perhaps any of them were ones you knew.
Sighing you tuck your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your temple against your knees, continuing to watch, continuing to think.
It wasn’t fair, you had decided (it was a decision you had made rather early on in your…unexpected adventure.) You had barely gotten any time to shine within the night sky before you had fallen; a mere seventy years in the heavens. Others had gotten millennia, some aeons; most of your brothers and sisters were still there, glimmering brightly amongst the cosmos. But no, you had been plucked from the sky before you even got to really experience what it really meant to be a Star.
You grumble softly to yourself, playing with a lock of your hair, observing it as you settle in your self pity. You can still see the fine spun magic glittering writhing the strands; you know you should stop being bitter, Earth and humans weren’t all that bad, quite fascinating in fact.
For seventy years you had looked down upon humans, delighting in their habits and odd quirks, the way they lived so freely. They lived for so short a time and yet they lived with such abandon, you admired that about them, their need to experience, to explore. It really wasn’t so awful to now be amongst them and witness them daily, no longer an observer from afar. Most were kind, at least the ones that you had met.
You smile softly to yourself; they made such wonderful things too from food to inventions; their minds seemingly never ceasing with imagination. If they could dream it up they could…
You pause in your hair twirling and thoughts…dreams… Even since your birth in the heavens, you had dreamless sleeps; Stars didn’t need to sleep but it was a novelty, a delightfully new thing at first. You had heard when you first came to creation that if you wished it you could enter the Dreaming, the realm of the Dream King, an Endless. However, no matter how many days you rested your head and wished to be swept away, the dreams never came…
You had asked some of the older Stars, maybe you were doing it wrong? They had shook their heads and told you that no, the dreaming had gone silent, however it was something that grows a bit dull after a few thousand years anyway and to not be too concerned.
From the stories they had told you didn’t feel that any of it could ever grow old, ever the curious mind and creative heart. So every night for over sixty years you tried to dream, but every time there was nothing... a void as black as the deepest, most barren parts of space. You had stopped trying after a time, coming to the conclusion that perhaps you were not meant to see the Dreaming; and after a while you had stopped sleeping all together, after all why sleep with a hope of something that obviously was no longer there. To you, sleep meant the possibility of dreaming and if that wasn’t there…
When you had fallen you spent the first few months on Earth not sleeping, but you had come to the conclusion that if you were to live a more human life that you should at least follow some of their patterns. That and, well the nights got pretty dull when no one was around to speak with and the shops and cafes weren’t open.
At first it was certainly strange, sleeping at night when you had always slept during the day when you were a heavenly being. So you had started to follow the pattern of your gracious housemate when it came to sleep, or at least adhere somewhat to his patterns to get used to it. It had taken some time a few weeks but you finally got it down for the most part. And of course when you started sleeping again you had secretly hoped that maybe, just in maybe the Dreaming would open up to you.
However the Dream Lord’s realm had remained elusive… that was until tonight. Tonight you had traveled, left this realm and gone somewhere you had only heard of…
It was strange, it had felt so real you had almost thought that you were awake, perhaps having somehow slept walked out into a barren farmer’s field. But as you had gazed upon the foreign landscape you could see, a looming castle seemingly ravaged by time in the distance. And as you gazed heavenward you saw a brilliance of night sky you had never seen before.
You were in the Dreaming.
You turned feeling the dust and sand beneath your feet and felt the cool air of the night upon your cheeks. Your eyes caught something, or rather… someone… a man stood, stone still gazing at you from across the field. You startled, for the place that you had found yourself in was completely empty save for him and yourself; his gaze nearly consuming you, the weight of it enough to jar you from from your first ever dream.
You frown, and start to twirl your hair again, thinking back to the man in the field. It was as if he held the cosmos in his eyes, deep and expansive, all knowing and never ceasing. But the thing that weighed heavily in your mind was the sadness that seemed to fill those endless eyes, and you once again felt the heaviness in your heart.
Humans had said that eyes are the window to the soul, and you wonder…why his soul sang such melancholy...
You hear the chirping of birds outside your window, your brows furrowing as you look back out to the horizon and find the golden tendrils of the sun beginning to creep along the rooftops.
Oh
Perhaps your schedule still needed some work, you blink over to the alarm clock that now reads just before 6am. Down the hall you hear your housemate begin to shuffle about his morning routine and decide that you might as well get up; tomorrow night you decide that you would finally get the human schedule down.
You dress slowly waiting to hear the water shut off in the bathroom and your housemate make his way down the stairs before going about your morning. You decide to take just a little longer in the shower just to enjoy the very human routine. Stars usually bathed in pools of moonlight; and while showering in a porcelain box might seem mundane it was once again a new habit and you greatly enjoy drawing little doodles in the mist that fogged up the glass.
Finally stepping out of the warmth of the shower you finish up your morning freshen and redress.
As you make your way downstairs you can hear the usual puttering in the kitchen, the sound of the kettle going off and the scrape of a worn pan against the stove top.
Rounding the corner you catch your gracious housemate pouring a steaming cup of coffee into a mug and then a second. He turns his head as you come in and smiles brightly.
“Ah good morning Y/N! Starting to sleep in a bit I see!” He picks up one of the steaming mugs and holds it out to you.
“Good morning Hob.” You smile back and take the cup from him. “I’m not sure about the sleeping in part.” You chuckle and take a cautious sip, quickly deciding as you have every morning, that yes it is still too hot.
Hob seems to understand and smiles softly as he takes a seat at the small kitchen table, you follow suit.
“We’ll I’m sure that you’ll be sleeping in till noon in no time and then you learn the joys of lunch for breakfast.” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh as well. “How did you sleep? Is it getting easier?” He asks after a moment, gazing at you over his mug as he takes a sip.
You stare down at the umber liquid in your cup.
“I did, and it is…” you pause and he looks at you expectantly. “Hob…” he cocks his head and waits. “I believe…I had a dream last night.”
Today Dream and his, very good friend, Y/n were going for a walk! They had been friends for a long time now… well… long for Y/n, seeing as though they were a human and Dream was a bit of an ageless God, but oh well. They had been friends for about three years now.
Dream was very happy with their friendship! Even if he cared about the other Star Sanses, they were a bit tiring at times… mostly Ink, if he had to be honest. He wasn't sure if he trusted the other skeleton, not in a bad way! But uh… no, you know, it was in a bad way.
Something about Ink just rubbed Dream the wrong way.
Having Y/n as a friend and just being able to do normal things was, kind of, nice. They walked together, both looking around the park that Y/n decided that they should go to. There was a wishing fountain, a pond, and a place for kids to play on. It was late though, so not many people were out and about.
"This is nicer than I was expecting," Dream says, a relaxed smile on his face. He hoped that his aura wasn't affecting Y/n, that was one thing that he was always worried about. He cared about them a lot, and he hoped that they liked him because he was him rather than… his aura making them feel happy.
"Wow Dream, what's that supposed to mean?" They ask, teasingly while looking over at him, laughing. He couldn't help but return the laughter and looks over at them, lightly pushing on their arm, "You know that that isn't what I meant, Y/n. Stop being silly." Y/n sticks their tongue out at him.
He returns with his own tongue, then they both start to laugh.
After walking around for a while, Y/n grabs his hand and runs over to the playground area, causing his eyes to widen, "Ah! Y/n, what are you doing?" he stumbled a little but ran after.
"We're gonna play!" They chirp, as if that answered all of his questions. They let his hand go and climb up to go down the slide. He watches them, his head turned to the side. Isn't this for children? He thought to himself, before he chuckles and shakes his head. Well then… he climbs up after. They went down the spinning slide first and he went down the long straight one.
It was a lot of fun! Dream was… he was happy that he was allowed to act childish with Y/n. He wasn't the worlds protector, no! He was just… Dream. He could just be him, and Y/n was happy.
The darkness grew as they played, the street lights turning on and even fireflies coming out! They flew around, lighting up the area around them. One of the times that Y/n came sliding down, Dream had been walking by, so they crashed into each other, both falling to the floor.
The shock quickly wore off, and they started to laugh, Y/n rolling off Dream to lay on their back. "Sorry Dream," They say, so he shakes his head and turns to lie on his side, looking at them, "It's alright, I can handle much more than that." Y/n turned to lie on their side as well, looking at him with a relaxed smile on their face.
Dream blinks, his cheeks quickly flushing with warmth. Wow seeing them under this light, they were… they were really pretty. He gulps, his eyeshines shooting away, then back at them. Of course he's noticed it before. He noticed the way his breath caught in his throat sometimes or when he got embarrassed when they got close to him.
He didn't think that it would be like this, though.
"Ah-" he starts, then stops, shutting his mouth again turning his head away. What in the world was he doing? What was he even going to say? He needed to stop. He needed to calm down.
"What's up Dream? Something wrong?" They ask, looking worried. They even reached over to put their hand against his cheek.
His breath hitches a little at the touch, and gulps softly, "Can… Can I kiss you?" When he saw the way that their eyes widened his own sockets widened and he turns his head away quickly, "Nothing! nothing, that was a stupid question. I'm sorry," he laughs, nervously.
"Dream…" Y/n mumbles, shaking their head with a small laugh and they lean over, gently pressing their lips against his teeth in a kiss.
Their lips were softer than he was expecting… his bones were tense, locked up, but he slowly returns the kiss the best that he could, letting out a happy purring sound.
They pull back after a second, looking at him with an amused look, "Were you really that nervous to ask that? You silly skeleton." They coo, in their playful voice which caused his cheeks to flush darker golden and he grumbles something under their breath, covering his face with his hands.
